Now the fog and smoke is lifting from the fallen row on row 现在，雾和烟是从上排倒下的起重行

In 1861 they prayed for god to keep their souls 在1861年，他们祈求上帝保佑他们的灵魂

Jimmy left home in April, that was one year to the day 吉米离家四月，这是一年中的一天

Writes his mother back home in Brighton, but he ain't got much to say 写他的母亲回到家乡布莱顿，但他是不是得了什么好说的

He's forgotten what his town looks like, the smell of death is all around 他忘了他的城市是什么样子，死亡的气息无处不在

He dreams of the blue atlantic to once again be homeward bound 他的理想是蓝色的大西洋再次进行归去来兮

Homeward bound 归去来兮

   

Though the road was long and winding many snares lay in their path 虽然道路是漫长而曲折的许多陷阱躺在自己的路

But their struggle they saw as righteous they fought with might and struck with wrath 但他们的斗争，他们看到他们打了还不如正义和袭击与愤怒

   

Now the battle hymns are playing, report of shots not far away 现在战斗的赞美诗在玩，镜头报告并不遥远

No prayer, no promise, no hand of god could save their souls that April day 没有祷告，没有承诺，没有上帝之手可能是四月天拯救他们的灵魂

Tell their wives that they fought bravely as they lay them in their graves 告诉自己的妻子，他们英勇作战，因为他们躺在他们在他们的坟墓

   

As the train pulled in the station and the families gathered 'round 火车驶在车站和家庭聚集“轮

You could hear the first car echo with a loud triumphant sound 你能听到的第一辆车回声响亮的声音胜利

But the last car it was silent, they listened close but they couldn't hear 但最后一节车厢就沉默了，他们听了接近，但他们无法听到

It was laden down with coffins, that didn't speak and couldn't cheer 这是拉登下来棺材，那没有说话，不能欢呼

   

Now the battle hymns are playing, report of shots not far away 现在战斗的赞美诗在玩，镜头报告并不遥远

No prayer, no promise, no hand of god could save their souls that April day 没有祷告，没有承诺，没有上帝之手可能是四月天拯救他们的灵魂

Tell their wives that they fought bravely as they lay them in their graves 告诉自己的妻子，他们英勇作战，因为他们躺在他们在他们的坟墓

   

As the train pulled in the station and the families gathered 'round 火车驶在车站和家庭聚集“轮

You could hear the first car echo with a loud triumphant sound 你能听到的第一辆车回声响亮的声音胜利

   

Now the battle hymns are playing, report of shots not far away 现在战斗的赞美诗在玩，镜头报告并不遥远

No prayer, no promise, no hand of god could save their souls that April day 没有祷告，没有承诺，没有上帝之手可能是四月天拯救他们的灵魂

Now the battle hymns are playing, report of shots not far away 现在战斗的赞美诗在玩，镜头报告并不遥远

No prayer, no promise, no hand of god could save the souls of the blue and gray 没有祷告，没有承诺，没有上帝之手能拯救蓝色和灰色的灵魂

Tell their wives that they fought bravely as they lay them in their graves 告诉自己的妻子，他们英勇作战，因为他们躺在他们在他们的坟墓