Shiloh (Album Version)
Darryl Worley« Shiloh (Album Version) » est une chanson de Darryl Worley, 2003, Pop. La chanson dure 4:04, 43 lines / 279 words.
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0:15A mist halos the meadow and a soft wind
0:20Breathes a whisper through the trees
0:26As i lean against a hickory I close my eyes and I can almost see
0:36The ghostly forms of blue and gray
0:41And I can almost hear the cannons blast
0:48Standin' in the prescence of the past
0:55The first few waves came cheerin'
0:59Fear and hatred runnin' through their blood
1:06When the day was finally over
1:10Those left wadin' through a crimson flood
1:16To think I could be right here
1:21In the spot where some young soldier breathed his last
1:28Standin' in the prescence of the past
1:36Brother fightin' brother
1:39Father fightin' son
1:43By the time the sun was settin'
1:46Looked like the South had won
1:50Now my mouth's as dry as cotton
1:54And my heart is beatin' fast
2:00Standin' in the prescence of the past
2:14Sunrise caught the rebels sleepin' and they woke
2:19To hear a Yankee bugle blow
2:25Bullets flew like angry hornets
2:29Till the peach tree blossoms drifted down like snow
2:37It must have been like hell on earth
2:40What happened here is more than we can grasp
2:48Standin' in the prescence of the past
2:56Brother fightin' brother
2:59Father fightin' son
3:02By the time the smoke had lifted
3:06They knew the North had won
3:10Lord my soul feels empty
3:13As my tears fall on this grass
3:20Standin' in the prescence of the past
3:28Brother killin' brother
3:30Father slayin' son
3:34From the looks of this old graveyard
3:38Hell nobody really won
3:42Somethin's changed inside me
3:45It sure can happen fast
3:51Standin' in the prescence of the past
3:59A mist halos the meadow and a soft wind
4:04Breathes a whisper through the trees
A mist halos the meadow and a soft wind Breathes a whisper through the trees As i lean against a hickory I close my eyes and I can almost see The ghostly forms of blue and gray And I can almost hear the cannons blast Standin' in the prescence of the past The first few waves came cheerin' Fear and hatred runnin' through their blood When the day was finally over Those left wadin' through a crimson flood To think I could be right here In the spot where some young soldier breathed his last Standin' in the prescence of the past Brother fightin' brother Father fightin' son By the time the sun was settin' Looked like the South had won Now my mouth's as dry as cotton And my heart is beatin' fast Standin' in the prescence of the past Sunrise caught the rebels sleepin' and they woke To hear a Yankee bugle blow Bullets flew like angry hornets Till the peach tree blossoms drifted down like snow It must have been like hell on earth What happened here is more than we can grasp Standin' in the prescence of the past Brother fightin' brother Father fightin' son By the time the smoke had lifted They knew the North had won Lord my soul feels empty As my tears fall on this grass Standin' in the prescence of the past Brother killin' brother Father slayin' son From the looks of this old graveyard Hell nobody really won Somethin's changed inside me It sure can happen fast Standin' in the prescence of the past A mist halos the meadow and a soft wind Breathes a whisper through the trees
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