Shiloh-Darryl Worley

[ti:Shiloh] [ar:Darryl Worley] [al:Have You Forgotten?] [by:] [offset:0] [00:15.45]A mist halos the meadow and a soft wind [00:20.37]Breathes a whisper through the trees [00:24.11] [00:26.25]As i lean against a hickory I close my eyes and I can almost see [00:34.65] [00:36.64]The ghostly forms of blue and gray [00:41.52]And I can almost hear the cannons blast [00:46.57] [00:48.31]Standin' in the prescence of the past [00:53.42] [00:55.79]The first few waves came cheerin' [00:58.35] [00:59.42]Fear and hatred runnin' through their blood [01:03.34] [01:06.71]When the day was finally over [01:09.27] [01:10.15]Those left wadin' through a crimson flood [01:14.08] [01:16.88]To think I could be right here [01:20.32] [01:21.44]In the spot where some young soldier breathed his last [01:26.75] [01:28.81]Standin' in the prescence of the past [01:33.60] [01:36.86]Brother fightin' brother [01:38.53] [01:39.61]Father fightin' son [01:41.54] [01:43.41]By the time the sun was settin' [01:46.16] [01:46.96]Looked like the South had won [01:49.71] [01:50.96]Now my mouth's as dry as cotton [01:53.39] [01:54.33]And my heart is beatin' fast [01:58.06] [02:00.37]Standin' in the prescence of the past [02:05.73] [02:14.54]Sunrise caught the rebels sleepin' and they woke [02:19.88]To hear a Yankee bugle blow [02:23.51] [02:25.50]Bullets flew like angry hornets [02:28.93] [02:29.87]Till the peach tree blossoms drifted down like snow [02:34.27] [02:37.89]It must have been like hell on earth [02:40.95]What happened here is more than we can grasp [02:46.31] [02:48.25]Standin' in the prescence of the past [02:53.24] [02:56.42]Brother fightin' brother [02:58.37] [02:59.94]Father fightin' son [03:02.12] [03:02.93]By the time the smoke had lifted [03:06.24]They knew the North had won [03:09.23] [03:10.54]Lord my soul feels empty [03:13.16] [03:13.92]As my tears fall on this grass [03:19.85] [03:20.47]Standin' in the prescence of the past [03:24.64] [03:28.09]Brother killin' brother [03:30.02] [03:30.64]Father slayin' son [03:34.01] [03:34.76]From the looks of this old graveyard [03:36.93] [03:38.28]Hell nobody really won [03:40.65] [03:42.14]Somethin's changed inside me [03:45.95]It sure can happen fast [03:49.38] [03:51.57]Standin' in the prescence of the past [03:56.08] [03:59.26]A mist halos the meadow and a soft wind [04:04.25]Breathes a whisper through the trees