| 歌曲 | Faded Coat Of Blue |
| 歌手 | Jolie Holland |
| 专辑 | Escondida |
| 作曲 : Traditional | |
| My brave lad sleeps in his faded coat of blue | |
| In a lonely silent grave lies the heart that beat so true | |
| He sank faint and hungry among the famish'd brave | |
| And they laid him sad and lonely within his nameless grave | |
| He cried, ";Give me water and just a little crumb And my mother she will bless you in all the years to come Oh! tell my sweet sister, so gentle, good and true That I'll meet her up in heaven, in my faded coat of blue." | |
| No more the bugle calls the weary one | |
| Rest, noble spirit in thy grave unknown | |
| I'll find you and know you among the good and true | |
| When a robe of white is giving for the faded coat of blue | |
| Long, long years have vanished, and though he comes no more | |
| Yet my heart will startling beat with each footfall at my door | |
| I gaze over the hill where he waved a last adieu | |
| But no gallant lad | |
| I see, in his faded coat of blue | |
| No more the bugle calls the weary one | |
| Rest, noble spirit in thy grave unknown | |
| I'll find you and know you among the good and true | |
| When a robe of white is giving for the faded coat of blue |
| zuò qǔ : Traditional | |
| My brave lad sleeps in his faded coat of blue | |
| In a lonely silent grave lies the heart that beat so true | |
| He sank faint and hungry among the famish' d brave | |
| And they laid him sad and lonely within his nameless grave | |
| He cried, " Give me water and just a little crumb And my mother she will bless you in all the years to come Oh! tell my sweet sister, so gentle, good and true That I' ll meet her up in heaven, in my faded coat of blue." | |
| No more the bugle calls the weary one | |
| Rest, noble spirit in thy grave unknown | |
| I' ll find you and know you among the good and true | |
| When a robe of white is giving for the faded coat of blue | |
| Long, long years have vanished, and though he comes no more | |
| Yet my heart will startling beat with each footfall at my door | |
| I gaze over the hill where he waved a last adieu | |
| But no gallant lad | |
| I see, in his faded coat of blue | |
| No more the bugle calls the weary one | |
| Rest, noble spirit in thy grave unknown | |
| I' ll find you and know you among the good and true | |
| When a robe of white is giving for the faded coat of blue |