[00:00.000] 作词 : Cunningham, Stewart
[00:09.687]She was in the flowery garden when first she caught my eye,
[00:18.964]And I just a marching soldier she smiled as, I passed by,
[00:29.042]The flowers she held were fresh and fair, her lips were full and red,
[00:38.571]And as I passed that shady bower, these words to me she said:
[00:48.351]"Last night we spoke of love, now we're forced to part .
[00:57.629]You leave to the sound of a marching drum and the beat of a lovers heart."
[01:07.159]She was by the shore in the evening when next I saw my dear.
[01:16.259]Running barefoot by the waterside, she called as I drew near.
[01:26.093]The sunlight glanced at the water's edge making fire of her auburn hair.
[01:35.650]My young heart danced at her parting words that hung in the evening air:
[01:45.433]"Last night we spoke of love, now we're forced to part .
[01:54.797]You leave to the sound of a marching drum and the beat of a lovers heart."
[02:42.475]She was on the Strand next morning when orders came to sail.
[02:52.008]And as we slipped our ropes away I watched her from the rail.
[03:01.786]She threw me a rose, which fell between us, and floated on the Bay.
[03:11.366]And as our shippulled from the shore, I heard her call and say:
[03:20.899]"Last night we spoke of love, now we're forced to part .
[03:30.252]You leave to the sound of a marching drum and the beat of a lovers heart."
[03:39.839]Now the soldier's life won't suit me, sweet music is my trade.
[03:49.370]For I'd rather melt the hardest heart than pierce it with a blade.
[03:58.905]Let the time be short till I return to my home in the mountains high.
[04:08.441]And the loving girl who stole my heart with these words as I passed by:
[04:18.224]"Last night we spoke of love, now we're forced to part .
[04:27.508]You leave to the sound of a marching drum and the beat of a lovers heart."

作词 : Cunningham, Stewart
She was in the flowery garden when first she caught my eye,
And I just a marching soldier she smiled as, I passed by,
The flowers she held were fresh and fair, her lips were full and red,
And as I passed that shady bower, these words to me she said:
"Last night we spoke of love, now we're forced to part .
You leave to the sound of a marching drum and the beat of a lovers heart."
She was by the shore in the evening when next I saw my dear.
Running barefoot by the waterside, she called as I drew near.
The sunlight glanced at the water's edge making fire of her auburn hair.
My young heart danced at her parting words that hung in the evening air:
"Last night we spoke of love, now we're forced to part .
You leave to the sound of a marching drum and the beat of a lovers heart."
She was on the Strand next morning when orders came to sail.
And as we slipped our ropes away I watched her from the rail.
She threw me a rose, which fell between us, and floated on the Bay.
And as our shippulled from the shore, I heard her call and say:
"Last night we spoke of love, now we're forced to part .
You leave to the sound of a marching drum and the beat of a lovers heart."
Now the soldier's life won't suit me, sweet music is my trade.
For I'd rather melt the hardest heart than pierce it with a blade.
Let the time be short till I return to my home in the mountains high.
And the loving girl who stole my heart with these words as I passed by:
"Last night we spoke of love, now we're forced to part .
You leave to the sound of a marching drum and the beat of a lovers heart."