Lyrics:
the Lord's ear,
O! whan the haly bugles trill
Let me wauken up richt here.'
This is where your sleepless eyes will close.
This is where the weary find repose.
This is where a kinder bugle blows.
This is where you'll wake,
And the blithe bugle-laughters through Dreamland are calling
the recipe?
How many times must I be disowned?
There's nothing like a bugle call
To wake me out of my daydream.
Oh, there's nothing like a bugle call.
Lay me down in fields of poppies
While the bugles sing their song
Lay me down beside my comrades
While the bagpipes linger on
And when my battles'
will see that holy ground
For I turned into something I hated
And I'm haunted by the Garryowen
Drums a beating, bugles blowin'
I swear if I had only
and softly strumming your guitar
I could hear the distant drums
And sounds of bugle calls were coming from afar
They were closer now Fernando
Every hour
some friends of mine
I was thinking about you that night
Way down by the river where the bugles blow
I had myself nowhere to go
Way down by
and softly strumming your guitar
I could hear the distant drums
And sounds of bugle calls were coming from afar
They were closer now Fernando
Every hour
lonely heart bled
Now love sounds her bugle, playing loves old sweet song
While the scars from an old love haven't quite all gone
Yes the battle is
marry me.
I hear the sound of bugles blowing,
Far away, far away.
And if they call, then I must go
Across the sea, so wild and gray.
So, Mary,
*chorus*
And they laid him in his grave while the bugle sounded clear
Laid him in his grave when the victory was near
While we waited for the future for
vous le bugle
Cette parabole est biblique
L'éléphant était aveugle
L'explorateur paralytique
L'explorateur paralytique
Plein de tics
and fall, bugle call
Bone splinter in the driving rain
Horses scream, Viking dream
Drowned heroes in a lake of blood
Armored fist, severed wrist
Broken
are long, be strong
'Til I come back to you
I hear the bugle of freedom blow
And I must join the ranks of marching bands
But there will be
long, be strong
'Til I come back to you
I hear the bugle of freedom blow
And I must join the ranks of marching bands
But there will be a spring
When
the bugles blow
Before they re-wrote history, into a Wild West show
My kin sailed toward America to steal their Indian ground
They passed bill Cody's ships,
Struck by the sounds before the sun,
I knew the night had gone.
The morning breeze like a bugle blew
Against the drums of dawn.
Lay down your weary
at his craft
But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft
He's in the army now, a-blowin' reveille He's the boogie woogie bugle boy
to the sweet, beat the bugle plays
A sound that you'll remember all your days
And when you see that leader proudly raise his hand
Just follow the band
Hear
The earthly power sucks shadowed milk
From sleepy tears undone
From nippled skin as smooth as silk
The bugles blow as one
You lie there with your eyes half
know it must have hurt you
It must have hurt your pride
To have to stand beneath my window
With your bugle and your drum
And me I'm up there waiting
SENTIMENTAL MARCH СЕНТИМЕНТАЛЬНЫЙ МАРШ
I will return, return to you
My hope and shelter everlasting
The day the bugle will be blasting
For all
the crowds in the street
-The blast of the Bugle- the tramp of the feet
And the gang, that old gang of mine
Was the first gang that hit the Von Hindenburg
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