Hood's Old Brigade 歌词
| 歌曲 | Hood's Old Brigade |
| 歌手 | Bobby Horton |
| 专辑 | Homespun Songs of the C. S. A., Volume 5 |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| [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! |
| [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! |
| [00:19.170] | 半夜我们点起营火 |
| [00:22.240] | 在三点半开拔 |
| [00:24.300] | 不知何时行军结束 |
| [00:26.490] | 无妨--咱跟着李 |
| [00:28.510] | 星光闪耀在鬃毛上 |
| [00:30.619] | 刀尖也磨得光亮 |
| [00:32.520] | 有一撮人在左翼前进 |
| [00:34.920] | 那条线列是咱的旅 |
| [00:37.479] | 我们线列短是因为它 |
| [00:40.200] | 曾流过无数血 |
| [00:42.300] | 在无数战场上损失高 |
| [00:44.440] | 为了掌握主动权 |
| [00:46.420] | 还有乔治亚人在右翼 |
| [00:48.599] | 他们线列一样短 |
| [00:50.499] | 要是算算一个连队里 |
| [00:52.884] | 他们只剩两个人 |
| [01:04.430] | 在线列中说话不多 |
| [01:06.729] | 吼叫声也稀疏 |
| [01:08.489] | 当夜幕降临包围我们 |
| [01:10.891] | 想家乡是最多 |
| [01:13.979] | 我见一年轻士兵惊异 |
| [01:16.020] | 当咱穿过林间空地 |
| [01:18.110] | 星光低沉在枝叶间 |
| [01:20.449] | 画面何等美丽 |
| [01:22.209] | 他自那一刻沉默不语 |
| [01:24.440] | 我心底里都明白 |
| [01:26.420] | 这画面仿佛在德州 |
| [01:28.590] | 他离别爱人之地 |
| [01:31.790] | 在我们身后轻轻地 |
| [01:34.150] | 有人唱起送别歌曲 |
| [01:36.150] | 我的战友卷起袖子 |
| [01:38.325] | 擦了擦眼角的泪 |
| [01:40.320] | 踏步声稀稀疏疏 |
| [01:42.520] | 留下愁云惨淡 |
| [01:44.200] | 在那星光最耀眼时 |
| [01:46.680] | 想家乡是最多 |
| [02:06.800] | 哈呀，有声音正惊起 |
| [02:09.540] | 回荡在山岭间 |
| [02:11.698] | 地里炮弹绊住了脚 |
| [02:13.830] | 等等--那是个头颅? |
| [02:15.940] | 这山岭我依旧记得 |
| [02:17.940] | 在升起的月光下 |
| [02:19.760] | 在此生死搏斗三小时 |
| [02:22.129] | 是在周日下午 |
| [02:25.090] | 去年春我们上尉在此 |
| [02:27.480] | 他的头垂在胸前 |
| [02:29.360] | 他脚上积满了尘土 |
| [02:31.610] | 宁静已被打破 |
| [02:33.660] | 同他宝剑在身旁 |
| [02:35.700] | 也锈在战壕里 |
| [02:37.590] | 这儿是他兄弟的葬身地 |
| [02:39.800] | 在残酷一日战死 |
| [03:00.709] | 啊呀听前头一声枪响 |
| [03:02.830] | 和那震撼的大吼 |
| [03:05.010] | 敌袭！看那熊熊火焰 |
| [03:07.230] | 直窜上天边 |
| [03:09.139] | 火热的喘息在耳旁 |
| [03:11.360] | 等待太阳升起 |
| [03:13.099] | 当那星星再次闪烁 |
| [03:15.500] | 战场一决输赢 |
| [03:18.490] | 胜利！此乃古老的旅 |
| [03:20.549] | 此乃壮士的线列 |
| [03:22.690] | 那战鼓温暖我的心 |
| [03:24.900] | 再听见那声音 |
| [03:26.827] | 老天保佑！天色渐明 |
| [03:29.089] | 星光渐渐隐去 |
| [03:30.850] | 立正站好！列阵！列阵！ |
| [03:33.150] | 前进古老的旅！ |
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