The Mormon Tabernacle Choir - Tramp, Tramp, Tramp | Текст песни

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In my prison cell I sit,
thinking, Mother, dear, of you,
and our bright and happy home so far away;
and the tears, they fill my eyes
'spite of all that I can do,
though I try to cheer my comrades and be gay.

Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!
The boys are marching;
cheer up, comrades, they will come.
And beneath the starry flag
we shall breathe the air again
of the free land in our own beloved home

In the battle front we stood
when their fiercest charge they made,
and they swept us off, a hundred men or more;
But we quickly reached their lines,
they were driven back dismayed,
and we heard the cry of vict'ry o'er and o'er

Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!
The boys are marching;
cheer up, comrades, they will come.
And beneath the starry flag
we shall breathe the air again
of the free land in our own beloved home

So within the prison cell
we are waiting for the day
that shall come to open wide the iron door;
and the hollow eyes grow bright,
and the poor heart almost gay,
as we think of seeing home and friends once more.

Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!
The boys are marching;
cheer up, comrades, they will come.
And beneath the starry flag
we shall breathe the air again
of the free land in our own beloved home

In my prison cell I sit,
thinking, Mother, dear, of you,
and our bright and happy home so far away;
and the tears, they fill my eyes
'spite of all that I can do,
though I try to cheer my comrades and be gay.

Tramp! Tramp! Tramp!
The boys are marching;
cheer up, comrades, they will come.
And beneath the starry flag
we shall breathe the air again
of the free land in our own beloved home