Shiloh Lyrics - Darryl Worley

A mist halos the meadow 

And a soft wind breathes a whisper through the trees 

As I lean against a hickory 

I close my eyes and I can almost see 

The ghostly forms of blue and gray 

And I can almost hear the cannons blast 

Standin' in the presence of the past 

The first few waves came cheerin' 

Fear and hatred runnin' through their blood 

When the day was finally over 

Those left were wadin' through a crimson flood 

To think I could be right here 

In the spot where some young soldier breathed his last 

Standin' in the presence of the past 

Brother fightin' brother 

Father fightin' son 

By the time the sun was settin' 

Looked like the south had won 

Now my mouth's as dry as cotton 

And my heart is beatin' fast 

Standin' in the presence of the past 

Sunrise caught the rebels sleepin' 

And they woke to hear a Yankee bugle blow 

Bullets flew like angry hornets 

Till the peach tree blossoms drifted down like snow 

It must've been like Hell on earth 

What happened here is more than we can grasp 

Standin' in the presence of the past 

Brother fightin' brother 

Father fightin' son 

By the time the smoke had lifted 

They knew the north had won 

Lord my soul feels empty 

As my tears fall on this grass 

Standin' in the presence of the past 

Brother killin' brother 

Father slayin' son 

From the looks of this old graveyard 

Hell nobody really won 

Somethin's changed inside me 

It sure can happen fast 

Standin' in the presence of the past 

A mist halos the meadow 

And a soft wind breathes a whisper through the trees