Текст песни The Ghosts of Gettysburg - Mike Bryant

As a gentle breeze blows cross the land
Listen you'll hear the cries of many men
Who fought and bled and died
Still they fight on
'Cause the ghosts of Gettysburg can't find a home

In the year of eighteen sixty three
A mighty battle raged
In a little place called Gettysburg
The battle lasted three long days
So many good men fought and died
For something they believed was right
And still the screams are heard each night
By the folks of Gettysburg

As the cannons roared the morning mists
Made way for death and pain
As fifty one thousand brave young men
Were never seen again
Yet late at night near Devil's Den
And other places it begins
The moans that drift upon the winds
By the ghosts of Gettysburg

Now as history tells the story
Of the battle that was fought
From July first to July third
So many lives were lost
With their spirits roaming over hills
If you listen close you'll hear them still
Yes above the wind their cries are heard
Those ghosts of Gettysburg