The daffodils were in bloom
The smell of spring was everywhere
But by the shadow of the half moon
I learned I had to go from here
The orders came..
I'm sorry I left you there
But I went down to Charleston Town
In a coat of blue, shoes turning brown
Full of mud… and tinged with blood.
The first campaign was in July
A Sunday afternoon near Washington
At Bull Run eight hundred died..
While gentlemen and ladies soaked up the sun
Then they ran away..- And so did I
But I went down to Charleston Town
In a coat of blue, shoes turning brown
Full of mud.. and tinged with blood.
General McClellan, he was fair
Took us down Virginia way
By the banks of the Chickahamony
We saw little action till late May
At Seven Pines... It's there I wish they took my eyes
But I went down to Charleston Town
In a coat of blue, shoes turning brown
Full of mud – ..And tinged with blood
Four long winters the snows came
Four long winters I endured
But finally there came a change
It was a change worth fighting for
But the blood stains – Today they still remain..
But I went down to Charleston Town
In a coat of blue, shoes turning brown
Full of mud – And tinged with blood
The daffodils are back in bloom
The smell of spring is everywhere
I picked them for you -one by one
And now I guess I'll lay them here
Beside your name.. -In Charleston Town
But I went down to Charleston Town
In a coat of blue, shoes turning brown
Full of mud -and tinged with blood
Oh I went down to Charleston Town
I went down to Charleston Town,
To Charleston Town..
The smell of spring was everywhere
But by the shadow of the half moon
I learned I had to go from here
The orders came..
I'm sorry I left you there
But I went down to Charleston Town
In a coat of blue, shoes turning brown
Full of mud… and tinged with blood.
The first campaign was in July
A Sunday afternoon near Washington
At Bull Run eight hundred died..
While gentlemen and ladies soaked up the sun
Then they ran away..- And so did I
But I went down to Charleston Town
In a coat of blue, shoes turning brown
Full of mud.. and tinged with blood.
General McClellan, he was fair
Took us down Virginia way
By the banks of the Chickahamony
We saw little action till late May
At Seven Pines... It's there I wish they took my eyes
But I went down to Charleston Town
In a coat of blue, shoes turning brown
Full of mud – ..And tinged with blood
Four long winters the snows came
Four long winters I endured
But finally there came a change
It was a change worth fighting for
But the blood stains – Today they still remain..
But I went down to Charleston Town
In a coat of blue, shoes turning brown
Full of mud – And tinged with blood
The daffodils are back in bloom
The smell of spring is everywhere
I picked them for you -one by one
And now I guess I'll lay them here
Beside your name.. -In Charleston Town
But I went down to Charleston Town
In a coat of blue, shoes turning brown
Full of mud -and tinged with blood
Oh I went down to Charleston Town
I went down to Charleston Town,
To Charleston Town..
envoyé par giorgio - 12/12/2010 - 09:30
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Lyrics & Music by Rob Lincoln
A Civil War ballad and love story. For Civil War buffs and those who want to hear a real weeper.
"Charleston Town is my first true historical ballad, in that although it is historical fiction, it is not an allegory but a straight story. I had been inspired by reading The Red Badge of Courage and my Civil War history class at Temple as the backdrop of this tale of lost love. This version is quite a bit different than the version L&L used to perform. It also contains an additional verse. Some background – Charleston was reduced to rubble by the end of the war. This union soldier was originally stationed there prior to the war".