Song | Hood's Old Brigade |
Artist | Bobby Horton |
Album | Homespun Songs of the C. S. A., Volume 5 |
[00:19.170] | Twas midnight when we built our fires |
[00:22.240] | We marched at half past three |
[00:24.300] | We know not when our march shall end |
[00:26.490] | Nor care–we follow Lee. |
[00:28.510] | The starlight gleams on many a crest |
[00:30.619] | And many a well-trod blade |
[00:32.520] | This handful marching on our left |
[00:34.920] | This lin’ is our brigade. |
[00:37.479] | Our lin’ is short because its veins |
[00:40.200] | So lavishly have bled |
[00:42.300] | The missing search the countless planes |
[00:44.440] | For battles it has led |
[00:46.420] | There are those Georgians on the right |
[00:48.599] | Their ranks are thinin’ too |
[00:50.499] | How in one company they say |
[00:52.884] | They now can count but two |
[01:04.430] | There’s not much talkin’ down the lines |
[01:06.729] Nor shoutin’ down the gloam [twilight] | |
[01:08.489] | For when the night is ’round us |
[01:10.891] | Then we’re thinkin’ most of home |
[01:13.979] | I saw a young soldier startled |
[01:16.020] | When we passed an open glade |
[01:18.110] | Where the low starlight, leaf, and bough |
[01:20.449] | A fairy picture made |
[01:22.209] | Nor has he uttered a word since then |
[01:24.440] | My heart can whisper why |
[01:26.420] | ‘Twas like the spot in Texas |
[01:28.590] | Where he bade his love goodbye |
[01:31.790] | And when beyond us carelessly |
[01:34.150] | Some soldier sang “Adieu” |
[01:36.150] | My comrade here across his eyes |
[01:38.325] | His coarse sleeve roughly drew |
[01:40.320] | So scarcely sound of trampling feet |
[01:42.520] | Is echoed through the gloom |
[01:44.200] | Because when stars are brightest then |
[01:46.680] | We’re thinkin’ most of home |
[02:06.800] | Hush, what an echo startles up |
[02:09.540] | Around this rocky hill |
[02:11.698] | Was a shell half buried struck my foot? |
[02:13.830] | Or stay–’tis a human skull? |
[02:15.940] | This ridge I surely seem to know |
[02:17.940] | By light of the rising moon |
[02:19.760] | While we battled here three mortal hours |
[02:22.129] | One Sunday afternoon |
[02:25.090] | Last spring, you see where our captain stands |
[02:27.480] | His head drooped on his breast |
[02:29.360] | At his feet that heap of bones and earth |
[02:31.610] | You know know why his rest |
[02:33.660] | Is broke off, and why his sword |
[02:35.700] | was so bitter in the fray |
[02:37.590] | ‘Tis the grave of his only brother |
[02:39.800] | Who was killed that awful day |
[03:00.709] | Hush, for in front I hear a shot |
[03:02.830] | And then a well-known cry |
[03:05.010] | It is the foe! See where the flames |
[03:07.230] | Mount upward to the sky |
[03:09.139] | It is the full hot breath we hear |
[03:11.360] | We wait the comin’ sun |
[03:13.099] | And ‘ere these stars may shine again |
[03:15.500] | A field is lost or won |
[03:18.490] | Is won! It is the old brigade |
[03:20.549] | This line of stalwart men |
[03:22.690] | The long roll, how it thrills my heart |
[03:24.900] | To hear that sound again |
[03:26.827] | God shield us boys! Here breaks the day |
[03:29.089] | The stars begin to fade |
[03:30.850] | Now steady here! Fall in! Fall in! |
[03:33.150] | Forward the old brigade! |
[00:19.170] | Twas midnight when we built our fires |
[00:22.240] | We marched at half past three |
[00:24.300] | We know not when our march shall end |
[00:26.490] | Nor care we follow Lee. |
[00:28.510] | The starlight gleams on many a crest |
[00:30.619] | And many a welltrod blade |
[00:32.520] | This handful marching on our left |
[00:34.920] | This lin' is our brigade. |
[00:37.479] | Our lin' is short because its veins |
[00:40.200] | So lavishly have bled |
[00:42.300] | The missing search the countless planes |
[00:44.440] | For battles it has led |
[00:46.420] | There are those Georgians on the right |
[00:48.599] | Their ranks are thinin' too |
[00:50.499] | How in one company they say |
[00:52.884] | They now can count but two |
[01:04.430] | There' s not much talkin' down the lines |
[01:06.729] Nor shoutin’ down the gloam [twilight] | |
[01:08.489] | For when the night is ' round us |
[01:10.891] | Then we' re thinkin' most of home |
[01:13.979] | I saw a young soldier startled |
[01:16.020] | When we passed an open glade |
[01:18.110] | Where the low starlight, leaf, and bough |
[01:20.449] | A fairy picture made |
[01:22.209] | Nor has he uttered a word since then |
[01:24.440] | My heart can whisper why |
[01:26.420] | ' Twas like the spot in Texas |
[01:28.590] | Where he bade his love goodbye |
[01:31.790] | And when beyond us carelessly |
[01:34.150] | Some soldier sang " Adieu" |
[01:36.150] | My comrade here across his eyes |
[01:38.325] | His coarse sleeve roughly drew |
[01:40.320] | So scarcely sound of trampling feet |
[01:42.520] | Is echoed through the gloom |
[01:44.200] | Because when stars are brightest then |
[01:46.680] | We' re thinkin' most of home |
[02:06.800] | Hush, what an echo startles up |
[02:09.540] | Around this rocky hill |
[02:11.698] | Was a shell half buried struck my foot? |
[02:13.830] | Or stay' tis a human skull? |
[02:15.940] | This ridge I surely seem to know |
[02:17.940] | By light of the rising moon |
[02:19.760] | While we battled here three mortal hours |
[02:22.129] | One Sunday afternoon |
[02:25.090] | Last spring, you see where our captain stands |
[02:27.480] | His head drooped on his breast |
[02:29.360] | At his feet that heap of bones and earth |
[02:31.610] | You know know why his rest |
[02:33.660] | Is broke off, and why his sword |
[02:35.700] | was so bitter in the fray |
[02:37.590] | ' Tis the grave of his only brother |
[02:39.800] | Who was killed that awful day |
[03:00.709] | Hush, for in front I hear a shot |
[03:02.830] | And then a wellknown cry |
[03:05.010] | It is the foe! See where the flames |
[03:07.230] | Mount upward to the sky |
[03:09.139] | It is the full hot breath we hear |
[03:11.360] | We wait the comin' sun |
[03:13.099] | And ' ere these stars may shine again |
[03:15.500] | A field is lost or won |
[03:18.490] | Is won! It is the old brigade |
[03:20.549] | This line of stalwart men |
[03:22.690] | The long roll, how it thrills my heart |
[03:24.900] | To hear that sound again |
[03:26.827] | God shield us boys! Here breaks the day |
[03:29.089] | The stars begin to fade |
[03:30.850] | Now steady here! Fall in! Fall in! |
[03:33.150] | Forward the old brigade! |