pail moonlight For ma, just to please her Bugler's voice like gabriel's horn Up in the cypress, all down through the corn Golden sounds, yes to treasure Chorus Bugler, bugler
翻訳: バーズ. ラッパ手.
pale moonlight For Nola, just to please her Bugler's voice like Gabriel's horn Up in the cypress and down through the corn Golden sounds, yes to treasure Bugler, Bugler
Hallelujah, the bugle call Didn't make me feel tall Bang your head to your favorite song It's very mechanical Hallelujah, the oom-pah-pah Didn't force
I will be thinkin' of your love Oh somehow you'll know You will know Thinkin' of your love Sadly they whispered away As I played the last post on the bugle
when he plays reveille. He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of company B. He was some boogie woogie bugle boy of company B. And when he played his boogie woogie bugle
jumps when he plays reveille He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of company B He was some boogie woogie bugle boy of company B When he played his boogie woogie bugle
Come with me, come with me and we shall run across the sky. We illuminate the night. Ohhhh, I, I will try and guide you to better times and brighter days
Sound the bugle now play it just for me As the seasons change remember how I used to be Now I can't go on I can't even start I've got nothing left just
plays reveille. He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B. He was some boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B. And when he played his boogie woogie bugle
company jumps when he plays reveille He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of company B He was our boogie woogie bugle boy of company B And when he played boogie woogie bugle
and cry beside me, so I ran away But when I'm safe and sound with nothing left to send The bugle sounds again The bugle sounds again
He was a sexy, lover boy From oh, Chicago way He had a hip-hop style No one could take away He was the top man of his class But when his number came
company jump when he plays reveille He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B He was our boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B And when he plays boogie woogie bugle
with a smile on his face Today's the day he's always waitin' for He cleans his bugle and packs it in it's case He's in the Pittsville Drum and Bugle
The country is riddled with social ills and aches But my heart is calmed by her embrace I'm trying to tell something to the world But my words are slurred
