歌曲 | All Quiet Along the Potomac Tonight |
歌手 | Bobby Horton |
专辑 | Homespun Songs of the C.S.A., Volume 1 |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.000] | 作曲 : Ethel L. Beers, John Hill Hewett |
[00:05.820] | All quiet along the Potomac to-night! |
[00:10.520] | Where the soldiers lie peacefully dreaming; |
[00:15.000] | And their tents in the rays of the clear autumn moon, |
[00:19.768] | And the light of the camp-fires are gleaming. |
[00:24.810] | A tremulous sigh, as the gentle night-wind |
[00:29.570] | Through the forest leaves softly is creeping; |
[00:34.618] | While stars up above, with their glittering eyes, |
[00:39.381] | Keep guard o'or the army while sleeping. |
[00:44.145] | There's only the sound of the lone sentry's tread |
[00:48.900] | As he tramps from the rock to the fountain, |
[00:53.658] | And he thinks of the two in the low trundle-bed, |
[00:58.694] | Far away in the cot on the mountain. |
[01:03.458] | His musket falls slack; his face, dark and grim, |
[01:08.212] | Grows gentle with memories tender, |
[01:12.979] | As he mutters a prayer for the children asleep, |
[01:18.016] | And their mother—"may Heaven defend her!" |
[01:22.774] | All quiet along the Potomac to-night! |
[01:32.572] | Then drawing his sleeve roughly over his eyes, |
[01:37.323] | He dashes off tears that are welling, |
[01:41.803] | And gathers his gun closer up to his breast |
[01:46.842] | As if to keep down the heart's swelling. |
[01:51.881] | He passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree, |
[01:56.641] | And his footstep is lagging and weary; |
[02:01.676] | Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light, |
[02:06.436] | Toward the shades of the forest so dreary. |
[02:11.186] | Hark! was it the night-wind that rustled the leaves? |
[02:15.664] | Was it moonlight so wondrously flashing? |
[02:20.700] | It looked like a rifle: "Ha! Mary, good-by!" |
[02:25.463] | And the life-blood is ebbing and plashing. |
[02:30.503] | "All quiet along the Potomac to-night!" |
[02:35.266] | No sound save the rush of the river, |
[02:40.012] | While soft falls the dew on the face of the dead, |
[02:46.168] | The picket's off duty forever! |
[02:50.929] | All quiet along the Potomac to-night! |
[00:00.000] | zuo qu : Ethel L. Beers, John Hill Hewett |
[00:05.820] | All quiet along the Potomac tonight! |
[00:10.520] | Where the soldiers lie peacefully dreaming |
[00:15.000] | And their tents in the rays of the clear autumn moon, |
[00:19.768] | And the light of the campfires are gleaming. |
[00:24.810] | A tremulous sigh, as the gentle nightwind |
[00:29.570] | Through the forest leaves softly is creeping |
[00:34.618] | While stars up above, with their glittering eyes, |
[00:39.381] | Keep guard o' or the army while sleeping. |
[00:44.145] | There' s only the sound of the lone sentry' s tread |
[00:48.900] | As he tramps from the rock to the fountain, |
[00:53.658] | And he thinks of the two in the low trundlebed, |
[00:58.694] | Far away in the cot on the mountain. |
[01:03.458] | His musket falls slack his face, dark and grim, |
[01:08.212] | Grows gentle with memories tender, |
[01:12.979] | As he mutters a prayer for the children asleep, |
[01:18.016] | And their mother" may Heaven defend her!" |
[01:22.774] | All quiet along the Potomac tonight! |
[01:32.572] | Then drawing his sleeve roughly over his eyes, |
[01:37.323] | He dashes off tears that are welling, |
[01:41.803] | And gathers his gun closer up to his breast |
[01:46.842] | As if to keep down the heart' s swelling. |
[01:51.881] | He passes the fountain, the blasted pinetree, |
[01:56.641] | And his footstep is lagging and weary |
[02:01.676] | Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light, |
[02:06.436] | Toward the shades of the forest so dreary. |
[02:11.186] | Hark! was it the nightwind that rustled the leaves? |
[02:15.664] | Was it moonlight so wondrously flashing? |
[02:20.700] | It looked like a rifle: " Ha! Mary, goodby!" |
[02:25.463] | And the lifeblood is ebbing and plashing. |
[02:30.503] | " All quiet along the Potomac tonight!" |
[02:35.266] | No sound save the rush of the river, |
[02:40.012] | While soft falls the dew on the face of the dead, |
[02:46.168] | The picket' s off duty forever! |
[02:50.929] | All quiet along the Potomac tonight! |
[00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Ethel L. Beers, John Hill Hewett |
[00:05.820] | All quiet along the Potomac tonight! |
[00:10.520] | Where the soldiers lie peacefully dreaming |
[00:15.000] | And their tents in the rays of the clear autumn moon, |
[00:19.768] | And the light of the campfires are gleaming. |
[00:24.810] | A tremulous sigh, as the gentle nightwind |
[00:29.570] | Through the forest leaves softly is creeping |
[00:34.618] | While stars up above, with their glittering eyes, |
[00:39.381] | Keep guard o' or the army while sleeping. |
[00:44.145] | There' s only the sound of the lone sentry' s tread |
[00:48.900] | As he tramps from the rock to the fountain, |
[00:53.658] | And he thinks of the two in the low trundlebed, |
[00:58.694] | Far away in the cot on the mountain. |
[01:03.458] | His musket falls slack his face, dark and grim, |
[01:08.212] | Grows gentle with memories tender, |
[01:12.979] | As he mutters a prayer for the children asleep, |
[01:18.016] | And their mother" may Heaven defend her!" |
[01:22.774] | All quiet along the Potomac tonight! |
[01:32.572] | Then drawing his sleeve roughly over his eyes, |
[01:37.323] | He dashes off tears that are welling, |
[01:41.803] | And gathers his gun closer up to his breast |
[01:46.842] | As if to keep down the heart' s swelling. |
[01:51.881] | He passes the fountain, the blasted pinetree, |
[01:56.641] | And his footstep is lagging and weary |
[02:01.676] | Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light, |
[02:06.436] | Toward the shades of the forest so dreary. |
[02:11.186] | Hark! was it the nightwind that rustled the leaves? |
[02:15.664] | Was it moonlight so wondrously flashing? |
[02:20.700] | It looked like a rifle: " Ha! Mary, goodby!" |
[02:25.463] | And the lifeblood is ebbing and plashing. |
[02:30.503] | " All quiet along the Potomac tonight!" |
[02:35.266] | No sound save the rush of the river, |
[02:40.012] | While soft falls the dew on the face of the dead, |
[02:46.168] | The picket' s off duty forever! |
[02:50.929] | All quiet along the Potomac tonight! |
[00:05.820] | 波托马克河一线今夜无战事! |
[00:10.520] | 那士兵们宁静沉睡的地方 |
[00:15.000] | 清澈的月光照映着部队的营帐 |
[00:19.768] | 篝火的光芒也在闪闪烁烁 |
[00:24.810] | 温和的晚风轻抚过枝叶 |
[00:29.570] | 树林发出一片颤抖的叹息 |
[00:34.618] | 星星挂在天空闪闪眨着眼睛 |
[00:39.381] | 守候着安眠之中的大军 |
[00:44.145] | 只有哨兵的脚步声形单影只 |
[00:48.900] | 踏着步穿过乱石与泉水 |
[00:53.658] | 他想念起矮床上躺着的两人 |
[00:58.694] | 在那遥远山中的小屋里 |
[01:03.458] | 他把火枪放下,阴沉忧郁的脸 |
[01:08.212] | 被那温暖的回忆所缓和 |
[01:12.979] | 他为沉睡的孩子低声祈祷 |
[01:18.016] | 孩子的妈--“求上天保佑她!” |
[01:22.774] | 波托马克河一线今夜无战事! |
[01:32.572] | 他猛的一下将袖子遮过双眼 |
[01:37.323] | 擦去奔涌而出的泪水 |
[01:41.803] | 又把他的火枪紧紧抱在怀里 |
[01:46.842] | 仿佛能安抚激动的心灵 |
[01:51.881] | 他穿过泉水和被炸断的松树 |
[01:56.641] | 他的脚步踟蹰又疲惫 |
[02:01.676] | 但他继续向前走过林间的光斑 |
[02:06.436] | 走进树丛沉闷的阴影 |
[02:11.186] | 哎呀!那可是晚风将树叶吹落? |
[02:15.664] | 还是月亮的美妙光芒? |
[02:20.700] | 那好像是步枪,“啊!玛丽,永别了!” |
[02:25.463] | 鲜血如潮水一注注涌出 |
[02:30.503] | “波托马克河一线今夜无战事!” |
[02:35.266] | 这声音留不住奔涌的河水 |
[02:40.012] | 当那露水轻轻落在死者脸上 |
[02:46.168] | 哨兵的任务永远结束了! |
[02:50.929] | 波托马克河一线今夜无战事! |