[00:00.000] 作曲 : Meloy
[00:09.155]Heart-carved tree trunk Yankee bayonet
[00:12.910]A sweetheart left behind
[00:17.463]Far from the hills of the sea-swelled Carolinas
[00:21.615]That's where my true love lies
[00:23.873]
[00:34.089]Look for me when the sun-bright swallow
[00:37.558]Sings upon the birch bough high
[00:42.158]But you are in the ground with the voles and the weevils
[00:45.972]All a'chew on your bones so dry
[00:48.628]
[01:07.647]But when the sun breaks
[01:11.654]To no more bulletin battle-cry
[01:15.646]Then will you make a grave
[01:19.807]For I will be home then
[01:23.958]I will be home then
[01:28.174]I will be home then
[01:32.260]I will be home then
[01:36.971]Then
[01:46.257]When I was a girl how the hills of Oconee
[01:49.910]Made a seam to hem me in
[01:54.426]There at the fair when our eyes caught careless
[01:58.096]Got my heart right pierced by a pin
[02:00.902]
[02:11.274]But oh did you see all the dead of Manassas
[02:14.832]All the bellies and the bones and the bile
[02:19.437]Though I lingered here with the blankets barren
[02:23.150]And my own belly big with a child
[02:25.990]
[02:45.109]But when the sun breaks
[02:49.028]To no more bulletin battle-cry
[02:53.119]Then will you make a grave
[02:57.226]For I will be home then
[03:01.488]I will be home then
[03:05.740]I will be home then
[03:09.761]I will be home then
[03:16.566]Stems and bones and stone walls too
[03:21.776]Could keep me from you
[03:24.726]Scaly skin is all too few
[03:29.881]To keep me from you
[03:40.349]But oh my love though our bodies may be parted
[03:44.003]Though our skin may not touch skin
[03:48.714]Look for me with the sun-bright sparrow
[03:52.422]I will come on the breath of the wind

作曲 : Meloy
Heart-carved tree trunk Yankee bayonet
A sweetheart left behind
Far from the hills of the sea-swelled Carolinas
That's where my true love lies
Look for me when the sun-bright swallow
Sings upon the birch bough high
But you are in the ground with the voles and the weevils
All a'chew on your bones so dry
But when the sun breaks
To no more bulletin battle-cry
Then will you make a grave
For I will be home then
I will be home then
I will be home then
I will be home then
Then
When I was a girl how the hills of Oconee
Made a seam to hem me in
There at the fair when our eyes caught careless
Got my heart right pierced by a pin
But oh did you see all the dead of Manassas
All the bellies and the bones and the bile
Though I lingered here with the blankets barren
And my own belly big with a child
But when the sun breaks
To no more bulletin battle-cry
Then will you make a grave
For I will be home then
I will be home then
I will be home then
I will be home then
Stems and bones and stone walls too
Could keep me from you
Scaly skin is all too few
To keep me from you
But oh my love though our bodies may be parted
Though our skin may not touch skin
Look for me with the sun-bright sparrow
I will come on the breath of the wind