There I was alone On shores distant from my homeland Here I've found this brave new world About to be thrown in turmoil It seems I'll never be at peace The tide will change to one of war
A darkened skin set free With ebon smooth beauty And new life at the breast We can see a hard road lies ahead
This woman once a slave Taught me to feel again A face to justify A war that was not mine And enclose all the love I have It will dull the pain of my past
And so it begins on April 12 Fort Sumpter surprised and overwhelmed Followed by more breakaway states Then answered by naval blockade
The blood spilled at Shiloh A sign of things to come Cannot spare a man who fights And so I...go to war
The order comes for the cannons to give the morning roar At dawn, September 17, vision of hell will haunt me on (always) Bloodied pieces of men cut down and robbed of their youth They walk in lines to destruction, from misery to blood drenched fields
Every stalk of corn was cut so closely as could have been done with a knife The slain lay in rows as precisely as the ranks that they stood in moments before The bloodiest day in history, these United States nearly broken apart
The war is over for me, but thank God that I am in one piece I can return to the hopes I left behind To elevate condition of men, hundreds of thousands have died in the end To have a chance and one day be truly free
Start from scratch again and teach my son to be a man A happy ideal to have... Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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