Kyle Thompson: Music

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)

Recorded in the McLean House, Appomattox Court House National Park

A Soldier’s Diary…

AND FINE DAY…WROTE WILLIAM RAY
WE GOT OUR PAY…TODAY ON TIME
THE BOYS ARE CELEBRATING…
DRINKIN’ APPLEJACK AND WINE
REVEILLE AT 3 A.M.
BY 4…WE’RE ON THE GO
TO ANOTHER BATTLEFIELD
BUT WHERE…I DO NOT KNOW.

AND FINE DAY…BEEN A LONG LOST WAY
WE ARE THE DUST PARADE OF MIGHTY WOE
BUT I DON’T MIND…MARCHIN’ IN TIME
OR CARRY’N MY LOAD
MILES…DEAD
BEHIND US…
SOMETIMES I DREAM I’M HOME
AND IN YOUR ARMS
BUT WHEN I AWAKE…
I’M A THOUSAND MILES
AWAY FROM YOU
N’ ALL ALONE.

AND FINE DAY…WROTE WILLIAM RAY
WE’LL FIGHT TODAY…FOR THE LAST TIME
THEIR BATTLE FLAGS…WERE SHOT TO RAGS
YET FORMED TO CHARGE US
ONE MORE TIME…
BRING IT ON…JOHNNY REB
YOU GOT HELL TO PAY TODAY MY BOYS!
SO BRING IT ON…N’ YOU’LL DIE TODAY
AS SURE AS YOU WERE EVER BORN.

AND THE STARS ABOVE…
N’ THE STRIPES BELOW…
AND THE BLOOD THEY BLEED
NO MONUMENT COULD SHOW…

HOW ONE FINE DAY…THEIR BODIES LAY
UPON THE FIELD…LIKE HARVEST CORN
AND GLORY BE
WE LAY THEM BOYS…INTO A PLANTED ROW
MILES…DEAD
BEHIND US…
SOMETIMES I DREAM I’M HOME
AND IN YOUR ARMS
BUT WHEN I AWAKE…
I’M A THOUSAND MILES
AWAY FROM YOU
N’ ALL ALONE.