歌手: Kathy Mattea
时长: 04:10
Somebody's Darling (Album Version) - Kathy Mattea[00:00:00]
Written by:J.H. Hewett[00:00:01]
Into the ward of the clean white washed halls[00:00:12]
Where the dead slept and the dying lay[00:00:18]
Wounded by bayonets[00:00:24]
Sabres and balls[00:00:28]
Somebody's darling was borne one day[00:00:31]
Somebody's darling so young and so brave[00:00:37]
Wearing still on his sweet yet pale face[00:00:44]
Soon to be hid in the dust of the grave[00:00:51]
The lingering light of his boyhood's grace[00:00:58]
Somebody's darling somebody's pride[00:01:05]
Who'll tell his mother where her boy died[00:01:12]
Matted and damp are his tresses of gold[00:01:22]
Kissing the snow of that fair young brow[00:01:28]
Pale are the lips of most delicate mould[00:01:34]
Somebody's darling is dying now[00:01:41]
Back from his beautiful purple veined brow[00:01:48]
Brush off the wandering waves of gold[00:01:54]
Cross his white hands on his broad bosom now[00:02:01]
Somebody's darling is still and cold[00:02:08]
Somebody's darling somebody's pride[00:02:15]
Who'll tell his mother where her boy died[00:02:22]
Somebody's watching and waiting for him[00:02:41]
Yearning to hold him again to her breast[00:02:47]
Yet there he lies with his blue eyes so dim[00:02:54]
And purple child like lips half apart[00:03:00]
Tenderly bury the fair unknown dead[00:03:07]
Pausing to drop on his grave a tear[00:03:14]
Carve on the wooden slab over his head[00:03:21]
Somebody's darling is slumbering here[00:03:28]
Somebody's darling somebody's pride[00:03:35]
Who'll tell his mother where her boy died[00:03:42]