歌词网

Bright Sunny South

	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