歌曲 | Bright Sunny South |
歌手 | Sam Amidon |
专辑 | Bright Sunny South |
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In the bright sunny south, in peace and content | |
These days of my boyhood I scarcely have spent | |
From the deep flowing spring, to the broad flowing stream | |
Ever dear to my memory, the sweeter is my dream | |
I lay my confinement and comfort of life | |
The dangers of warfare, provision and strife | |
I have come to come close and reply with my word | |
As I shoulder my musket, and belted my sword | |
My father looked sad as he bid me to part | |
My mother embraced me with anguish of heart | |
My beautiful sister looked pale in her woe | |
As she hugged me and blessed me and told me to go | |
Dear father, dear father, for me do not weep | |
I’m a lonesome man and I mean for to keep | |
The dangers of war, I intend for to share | |
And for sickness and death, I intend to prepare | |
Dear mother, dear mother, for me do not weep | |
For a mother's kind voice I always will keep | |
You have taught me be brave from a boy to a man | |
And I’m going in defense of your own native land | |
Dear sister, dear sister, I’m afeared of your woe | |
Your grief and your sorrow, they trouble me so | |
I must be going, for here I cannot stand | |
I’m going in defense of her own native land |
In the bright sunny south, in peace and content | |
These days of my boyhood I scarcely have spent | |
From the deep flowing spring, to the broad flowing stream | |
Ever dear to my memory, the sweeter is my dream | |
I lay my confinement and comfort of life | |
The dangers of warfare, provision and strife | |
I have come to come close and reply with my word | |
As I shoulder my musket, and belted my sword | |
My father looked sad as he bid me to part | |
My mother embraced me with anguish of heart | |
My beautiful sister looked pale in her woe | |
As she hugged me and blessed me and told me to go | |
Dear father, dear father, for me do not weep | |
I' m a lonesome man and I mean for to keep | |
The dangers of war, I intend for to share | |
And for sickness and death, I intend to prepare | |
Dear mother, dear mother, for me do not weep | |
For a mother' s kind voice I always will keep | |
You have taught me be brave from a boy to a man | |
And I' m going in defense of your own native land | |
Dear sister, dear sister, I' m afeared of your woe | |
Your grief and your sorrow, they trouble me so | |
I must be going, for here I cannot stand | |
I' m going in defense of her own native land |
In the bright sunny south, in peace and content | |
These days of my boyhood I scarcely have spent | |
From the deep flowing spring, to the broad flowing stream | |
Ever dear to my memory, the sweeter is my dream | |
I lay my confinement and comfort of life | |
The dangers of warfare, provision and strife | |
I have come to come close and reply with my word | |
As I shoulder my musket, and belted my sword | |
My father looked sad as he bid me to part | |
My mother embraced me with anguish of heart | |
My beautiful sister looked pale in her woe | |
As she hugged me and blessed me and told me to go | |
Dear father, dear father, for me do not weep | |
I' m a lonesome man and I mean for to keep | |
The dangers of war, I intend for to share | |
And for sickness and death, I intend to prepare | |
Dear mother, dear mother, for me do not weep | |
For a mother' s kind voice I always will keep | |
You have taught me be brave from a boy to a man | |
And I' m going in defense of your own native land | |
Dear sister, dear sister, I' m afeared of your woe | |
Your grief and your sorrow, they trouble me so | |
I must be going, for here I cannot stand | |
I' m going in defense of her own native land |