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A mist halos the meadow and a soft wind |
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breathes a whisper through the trees |
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As i lean against a hickory I close my eyes and I can almost see |
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The ghostly forms of blue and gray |
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And I can almost hear the cannons blast |
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Standin' in the prescence of the past |
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The first few waves came cheerin' |
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Fear and hatred runnin' through their blood |
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When the day was finally over |
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Those left wadin' through a crimson flood |
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To think I could be right here |
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In the spot where some young soldier breathed his last |
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Standin' in the prescence of the past |
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Brother fightin' brother |
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Father fightin' son |
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By the time the sun was settin' |
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Looked like the South had won |
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Now my mouth's as dry as cotton |
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And my heart is beatin' fast |
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Standin' in the prescence of the past |
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Sunrise caught the rebels sleepin' and they woke |
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To hear a Yankee bugle blow |
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Bullets flew like angry hornets |
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Till the peach tree blossoms drifted down like snow |
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It must have been like hell on earth |
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What happened here is more than we can grasp |
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Standin' in the prescence of the past |
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Brother fightin' brother |
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Father fightin' son |
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By the time the smoke had lifted |
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They knew the North had won |
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Lord my soul feels empty |
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As my tears fall on this grass |
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Standin' in the prescence of the past |
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Brother killin' brother |
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Father slayin' son |
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From the looks of this old graveyard |
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Hell nobody really won |
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Somethin's changed inside me |
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It sure can happen fast |
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Standin' in the prescence of the past |
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A mist halos the meadow and a soft wind |
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Breathes a whisper through the trees |
