Oh, hear the drums thunder They sound such a wonder A young soldier lad Marches off with his gun
And his bangles and spangles And bright golden buttons Bright golden buttons That shine in the sun
The cannons are screaming Or is it my dreaming Young men will stumble And fall in the dust
And dreams turn to crying When life turns to dying And bright golden buttons Have all turned to rust
First Battalion
Boom bah bah boom bah bah boom Twelve riders in the gloom Seven show red and the rest are dead But the First Battalion's home
Boom bah bah boom bah bah boom You can hear the hoof beats boom The drums are low and the pace is slow But the First Battalion's home
Boom bah bah boom bah bah boom And Richmond is their tomb There's a hundred dead at Richmond Three hundred more at Gettysburg A hundred more they've never found But the First Battalion's home
Yes I See
There's a battle raging somewhere And its thunder shakes the ground Terrible silence, when it's over Only death makes such a sound
And I see, oh, yes I see On the last day of July Oh, yes I see, oh, yes I see On the last day of July
What's that moving in the shadows What is this that's drawing nigh It's the reaper, moving silent Must be someone's turn to die
And I see, oh, yes I see On the last day of July Oh, yes I see, oh, yes I see On the last day of July I said I see, oh, yes I see On the last day of July
Two Brothers
Two brothers on their way Two brothers on their way Two brothers on their way One wore blue, one wore grey
One wore blue and one wore grey As they marched along their way The fife and drum began to play All on a beautiful morning
One was gentle, one was kind One was gentle, one was kind One came home, one stayed behind Cannon balls don't pay no mind
Cannon balls don't pay no mind Though you're gentle or you're kind They don't care for the folks behind All on a beautiful morning
Two girls waiting by the railroad track Two girls waiting by the railroad track For their darlings to come back One wore blue, one wore black
One wore blue and one wore black Waiting by the railroad track For their darlings to come back All on a beautiful morning
First Battalion (Reprise)
Boom bah bah boom bah bah boom And Richmond is their tomb There's a hundred dead at Richmond Three hundred more at Gettysburg A hundred more they've never found Yes, a hundred more they've never found But the First Battalion's homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
