| Song | Rebel's Goodbye |
| Artist | Greg Graffin |
| Album | Cold As The Clay |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Oh the lilies were laid on the marble in the field where the ancestors lay, | |
| And the forest was dark and primeval but the boughs seemed to cradle as they swayed, | |
| And the church choir sang hallelujah, and the vernal breeze whispered a sigh, | |
| Watch the brethren all stand, praise their God, raise your hand, | |
| Tow the bell for the Rebel's goodbye | |
| When the boots hit the dirt in formation the mood was determined and bright, | |
| And a young, hopeful boy at the station watched the train carry troops to the fight, | |
| But the generals died by assassins, the battalions dispersed on the fly, | |
| And they paid for their sins with the blood of their kin, | |
| Tow the bell for the Rebel's goodbye | |
| In the dark heathen barracks of failure where the tormenters wait for the night, | |
| And the sheltering sky hears their lost, tattered cries, | |
| Tow the bell for the Rebel's goodbye | |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Graffin |
| Oh the lilies were laid on the marble in the field where the ancestors lay, | |
| And the forest was dark and primeval but the boughs seemed to cradle as they swayed, | |
| And the church choir sang hallelujah, and the vernal breeze whispered a sigh, | |
| Watch the brethren all stand, praise their God, raise your hand, | |
| Tow the bell for the Rebel' s goodbye | |
| When the boots hit the dirt in formation the mood was determined and bright, | |
| And a young, hopeful boy at the station watched the train carry troops to the fight, | |
| But the generals died by assassins, the battalions dispersed on the fly, | |
| And they paid for their sins with the blood of their kin, | |
| Tow the bell for the Rebel' s goodbye | |
| In the dark heathen barracks of failure where the tormenters wait for the night, | |
| And the sheltering sky hears their lost, tattered cries, | |
| Tow the bell for the Rebel' s goodbye | |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Graffin |
| Oh the lilies were laid on the marble in the field where the ancestors lay, | |
| And the forest was dark and primeval but the boughs seemed to cradle as they swayed, | |
| And the church choir sang hallelujah, and the vernal breeze whispered a sigh, | |
| Watch the brethren all stand, praise their God, raise your hand, | |
| Tow the bell for the Rebel' s goodbye | |
| When the boots hit the dirt in formation the mood was determined and bright, | |
| And a young, hopeful boy at the station watched the train carry troops to the fight, | |
| But the generals died by assassins, the battalions dispersed on the fly, | |
| And they paid for their sins with the blood of their kin, | |
| Tow the bell for the Rebel' s goodbye | |
| In the dark heathen barracks of failure where the tormenters wait for the night, | |
| And the sheltering sky hears their lost, tattered cries, | |
| Tow the bell for the Rebel' s goodbye | |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Graffin |