The Burial Of Wild Bill-Norman Blake

[ti:The Burial Of Wild Bill] [ar:Norman Blake] [al:Flower from the Fields of Alabama] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The Burial Of Wild Bill - Norman Blake (诺曼·布拉克) [00:10.30]Under the sod in the land of gold [00:15.03]We laid the fearless bill [00:20.24]We called him wild yet a little child [00:25.70]Could bend his iron will [00:30.64]With a generous heart he freely gave [00:35.86]To the poorly clad unshod [00:40.66]Take all of 'till of his noble traits [00:46.08]With cover him with the sod [00:51.66]Under the sod in the deadwood gulch [00:56.47]We laid his last remains [01:01.57]No more his manly form will hail [01:07.01]The red man on the plains [01:12.06]And many a heartfelt sigh was heard [01:17.10]As over the sward we trod [01:21.96]And many an eye was filled with tears [01:27.28]As we covered him with the sod [01:41.70]You buried him 'neath the old pine tree [01:47.09]In that little world of ours [01:52.28]His trusty rifle by his side [01:57.55]His grave all strewn with flowers [02:02.80]His manly form in sweet repose [02:07.80]That lovely silken hair [02:12.61]It was a sight will not forget [02:17.97]That face so bright and fair [02:33.10]Under the sod in the prairie land [02:38.02]We laid the good and true [02:43.14]An honest heart and a noble man [02:48.40]Has bade his last adieu [02:53.42]No more his silvery voice will ring [02:58.69]His spirit has gone to God [03:03.57]Around his faults let charity cling [03:08.75]While we cover him with the sod