G Em Bm
i slept and i dreamed of a time long ago
G Em Am D
i saw an army of rebels , dancing on air
G C Bm
i dreamed as i slept , i could see the campfires ,
Bm Em Bm Em
a song of the battle , that was born in the flames ,
Bm D G
and the rebels were waltzing on air .
i danced with a girl to the tune of a waltz
that was written to be danced on the battlefield
i danced to the song of a voice of a girl
a voice that called “stand till we fall
we stand till all the boys fall . ”
as we danced came the news that the war was not won
5 armies were coming , with carrige and gun
through the heart of the camp swept the news from the front
a cloud crossed the moon , a child cried for food
we knew the war could not be won .
so we danced with a rifle , to the rhythm of the gun
in a glade through the trees i saw my only one
then the earth seemed to rise hell hot as the sun
the soldiers were dying , there was tune to the sighing .
the song was an old rebel one .
as the smoke of our hopes rose high from the field
my eyes played tricks through the moon and the trees
i slept as i dreamed i saw the army rise
a voice began to call , stand till you fall
the tune was an old rebel one .
G Em Bm
i slept and i dreamed of a time long ago
G Em Am D
i saw an army of rebels , dancing on air
G C Bm
i dreamed as i slept , i could see the campfires ,
Bm Em Bm Em
a song of the battle , that was born in the flames ,
Bm D G
and the rebels were waltzing on air .
i danced with a girl to the tune of a waltz
that was written to be danced on the battlefield
i danced to the song of a voice of a girl
a voice that called “stand till we fall
we stand till all the boys fall . ”
as we danced came the news that the war was not won
5 armies were coming , with carrige and gun
through the heart of the camp swept the news from the front
a cloud crossed the moon , a child cried for food
we knew the war could not be won .
so we danced with a rifle , to the rhythm of the gun
in a glade through the trees i saw my only one
then the earth seemed to rise hell hot as the sun
the soldiers were dying , there was tune to the sighing .
the song was an old rebel one .
as the smoke of our hopes rose high from the field
my eyes played tricks through the moon and the trees
i slept as i dreamed i saw the army rise
a voice began to call , stand till you fall
the tune was an old rebel one .
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