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作曲 : Traditional Song |
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"ALL quiet along the Potomac to-night!" |
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Except here and there a stray picket |
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Is shot, as he walks on his beat, to and fro, |
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By a rifleman hid in the thicket. |
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'Tis nothing! a private or two, now and then, |
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Will not count in the news of the battle; |
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Not an officer lost, only one of the men, |
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Moaning out, all alone, the death rattle. |
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All quiet along the Potomac to-night! |
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"ALL quiet along the Potomac to-night!" |
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Where the soldiers lie peacefully dreaming; |
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And their tents in the rays of the clear autumn moon, |
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And the light of the camp-fires are gleaming. |
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There's only the sound of the lone sentry's tread |
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As he tramps from the rock to the fountain, |
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And he thinks of the two on the low trundle-bed, |
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Far away in the cot on the mountain. |
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All quiet along the Potomac to-night! |
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His musket falls slack; his face, dark and grim, |
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Grows gentle with memories tender, |
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As he mutters a prayer for the children asleep, |
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And their mother—"may Heaven defend her!" |
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The moon seems to shine as brightly as then— |
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That night when the love, yet unspoken, |
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Leaped up to his lips, and when low, murmured vows |
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Were pledged to be ever unbroken. |
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All quiet along the Potomac to-night! |
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Then drawing his sleeve roughly over his eyes, |
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He dashes off tears that are welling, |
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And gathers his gun closer up to his breast |
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As if to keep down the heart's swelling. |
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He passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree, |
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And his footstep is lagging and weary; |
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Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light, |
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Toward the shades of the forest so dreary. |
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All quiet along the Potomac to-night! |
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Hark! was it the night-wind that rustled the leaves? |
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Was it moonlight so wondrously flashing? |
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It looked like a rifle: "Ha! Mary, good-by!" |
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And the life-blood is ebbing and plashing. |
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"All quiet along the Potomac to-night!" |
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No sound save the rush of the river, |
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While soft falls the dew on the face of the dead, |
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The picket's off duty forever! |
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All quiet along the Potomac to-night! |
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All quiet along the Potomac to-night! |
