Song | Stonewall's Requiem |
Artist | Bobby Horton |
Album | Homespun Songs of the C.S.A., Volume 2 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.000] | 作曲 : M. Deeves |
[00:04.133] | The muffled drum is beating |
[00:08.639] | There's a sad and solemn tread |
[00:13.118] | Our banner's draped in mourning |
[00:17.868] | As it shrouds thy illustrious dead |
[00:22.337] | Proud forms are bent with sorrow |
[00:26.811] | And all southern hearts are sore |
[00:31.283] | The hero now is sleeping |
[00:35.754] | Noble Stonewall is no more |
[00:40.513] | Mid the rattling of the muskets |
[00:45.000] | And the cannons thundrous roar |
[00:49.482] | He stained the field of glory |
[00:53.948] | With his brave life's precious gore |
[00:58.427] | And though our flag waved proudly |
[01:03.188] | We were victors ere sunset |
[01:07.673] | The gallant deeds of Chancelorsville |
[01:12.426] | Will mingle with regret |
[01:53.822] | They've borne him to an honored grave |
[01:58.025] | The lawrel crowns his brow |
[02:02.223] | By hallowed Jame's silent wave |
[02:06.699] | He's sweetly sleeping now |
[02:11.456] | Virginia to the South is dear |
[02:16.218] | She holds a sacred trust |
[02:20.419] | Our fallen braves from near and far |
[02:24.894] | Are covered with her dust |
[02:29.935] | She shrines the spot where now is laid |
[02:34.139] | The bravest of them all |
[02:38.616] | The Martyr of our country's cause |
[02:43.375] | Our idolized Stonewall |
[02:47.847] | But tho' his spirit's wafted |
[02:52.052] | To the happy realms a bove |
[02:56.810] | His name shall live forever linked |
[03:01.288] | With reverence and love |
[00:00.000] | zuo qu : M. Deeves |
[00:04.133] | The muffled drum is beating |
[00:08.639] | There' s a sad and solemn tread |
[00:13.118] | Our banner' s draped in mourning |
[00:17.868] | As it shrouds thy illustrious dead |
[00:22.337] | Proud forms are bent with sorrow |
[00:26.811] | And all southern hearts are sore |
[00:31.283] | The hero now is sleeping |
[00:35.754] | Noble Stonewall is no more |
[00:40.513] | Mid the rattling of the muskets |
[00:45.000] | And the cannons thundrous roar |
[00:49.482] | He stained the field of glory |
[00:53.948] | With his brave life' s precious gore |
[00:58.427] | And though our flag waved proudly |
[01:03.188] | We were victors ere sunset |
[01:07.673] | The gallant deeds of Chancelorsville |
[01:12.426] | Will mingle with regret |
[01:53.822] | They' ve borne him to an honored grave |
[01:58.025] | The lawrel crowns his brow |
[02:02.223] | By hallowed Jame' s silent wave |
[02:06.699] | He' s sweetly sleeping now |
[02:11.456] | Virginia to the South is dear |
[02:16.218] | She holds a sacred trust |
[02:20.419] | Our fallen braves from near and far |
[02:24.894] | Are covered with her dust |
[02:29.935] | She shrines the spot where now is laid |
[02:34.139] | The bravest of them all |
[02:38.616] | The Martyr of our country' s cause |
[02:43.375] | Our idolized Stonewall |
[02:47.847] | But tho' his spirit' s wafted |
[02:52.052] | To the happy realms a bove |
[02:56.810] | His name shall live forever linked |
[03:01.288] | With reverence and love |
[00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : M. Deeves |
[00:04.133] | The muffled drum is beating |
[00:08.639] | There' s a sad and solemn tread |
[00:13.118] | Our banner' s draped in mourning |
[00:17.868] | As it shrouds thy illustrious dead |
[00:22.337] | Proud forms are bent with sorrow |
[00:26.811] | And all southern hearts are sore |
[00:31.283] | The hero now is sleeping |
[00:35.754] | Noble Stonewall is no more |
[00:40.513] | Mid the rattling of the muskets |
[00:45.000] | And the cannons thundrous roar |
[00:49.482] | He stained the field of glory |
[00:53.948] | With his brave life' s precious gore |
[00:58.427] | And though our flag waved proudly |
[01:03.188] | We were victors ere sunset |
[01:07.673] | The gallant deeds of Chancelorsville |
[01:12.426] | Will mingle with regret |
[01:53.822] | They' ve borne him to an honored grave |
[01:58.025] | The lawrel crowns his brow |
[02:02.223] | By hallowed Jame' s silent wave |
[02:06.699] | He' s sweetly sleeping now |
[02:11.456] | Virginia to the South is dear |
[02:16.218] | She holds a sacred trust |
[02:20.419] | Our fallen braves from near and far |
[02:24.894] | Are covered with her dust |
[02:29.935] | She shrines the spot where now is laid |
[02:34.139] | The bravest of them all |
[02:38.616] | The Martyr of our country' s cause |
[02:43.375] | Our idolized Stonewall |
[02:47.847] | But tho' his spirit' s wafted |
[02:52.052] | To the happy realms a bove |
[02:56.810] | His name shall live forever linked |
[03:01.288] | With reverence and love |