Shiloh

[00:15.04] A mist halos the meadow
[00:18.31] And a soft wind breathes a whisper through the trees
[00:25.60] As I lean against a hickory, I close my eyes and I can almost see
[00:37.51] The ghostly forms of blue and gray
[00:40.83] And I can almost hear the cannons blast
[00:48.03] Standin' in the presence of the past
[00:55.69] The first few waves came cheerin'
[00:59.09] Fear and hatred runnin' through their blood
[01:06.07] When the day was finally over
[01:09.95] Those left wadin' through a crimson flood
[01:17.21] To think I could be right here
[01:21.04] In the spot where some young soldier breathed his last
[01:28.54] Standin' in the presence of the past
[01:36.46] Brother fightin' brother
[01:39.89] Father fightin' son
[01:42.98] By the time the sun was settin'
[01:46.50] Looked like the South had won
[01:50.69] Now my mouth's as dry as cotton
[01:54.17] And my heart is beatin' fast
[02:00.05] Standin' in the presence of the past
[02:14.40] Sunrise caught the rebels sleepin'
[02:18.09] And they woke to hear a Yankee bugle blow
[02:25.74] Bullets flew like angry hornets
[02:29.01] Till the peach tree blossoms drifted down like snow
[02:37.26] It must have been like hell on earth
[02:40.59] What happened here is more than we can grasp
[02:47.87] Standin' in the presence of the past
[02:55.60] Brother fightin' brother
[02:59.44] Father fightin' son
[03:02.40] By the time the smoke had lifted
[03:06.01] They knew the North had won
[03:09.99] Lord my soul feels empty
[03:13.42] As my tears fall on this grass
[03:19.62] Standin' in the presence of the past
[03:27.10] Brother killin' brother
[03:31.33] Father slayin' son
[03:34.45] From the looks of this old graveyard
[03:37.60] Hell nobody really won
[03:41.63] Something's changed inside me
[03:45.52] It sure can happen fast
[03:50.95] Standin' in the presence of the past
[03:58.43] A mist halos the meadow
[04:01.96] And a soft wind breathes a whisper through the trees
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