Heard you the sound ... the sound of the muffled drum And all the trumpets mournful blast They tell that the time ... that the combatant's time has come to all his dreams of glory past
Sealed till the last ... the last deep trumpet shake, The earth with all its awful sound Then shall the dead ... the dead arousing, wake, While even nature sinks around!
The mother weeps ... she weeps her beloved son, Who was her hope her joy her pride He was the one ... the widows only one For him she surely would have died
Her pilgrimage is nearly past, her every earthly woe, like the ancient tree that falls at last when wintry tempests blow
What marvel that she wildly cries For the grave its prey to yield? oh what avail are tears or sighs his earthly doom is seald.
Don't grieve for me I'm not there I am the gentle autumn rain Hold up my lamp to light your way farewell to theeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
