Paroles originales dactylographiées par Henry Darger – avec l’aimable autorisation de Kiyoko Lerner, ADAGP Paris.

  • Nous ne nous dirons jamais au revoir
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<div id= »pageContainer1″ class= »_3DaXQB8TXp page » data-index= »0″> </div> <div id= »pageContainer1″ class= »_3DaXQB8TXp page » data-index= »0″><strong><span style= »text-decoration: underline; »>1. WHO WILL FOLLOW ANGELINIA ?</span></strong><br />–<br />I<br />–<br />Who will follow Angelinia, Standing for the right,<br />Holding up her banners, in the thickest fight,<br />Listening for her orders, ready to obey,<br />Who will follow Angelinia, Serving her today.<br />Follow Angelinia,<br />Who will follow Angelinia ?<br />–<br />2<br />–<br />Who will follow Angelinia, In wars horrid sway,<br />Marching with the masters, Giving them the praise,<br />Earnest in the battlefields Honoring her laws<br />Faithful to her councils, watchful for her cause<br />Follow Angelinia,<br />Who will follow Angelinia?</div> <div class= »_3DaXQB8TXp page » data-index= »0″><br />Chorus:<br />Who will follow Angelinia? Who will make reply?<br />I’m on the Lord’s side, master here am I,<br />Who will follow Angelinia? Who will make reply?<br />I’m on the Lord’s side, master here am I<br />Here am I … Here am I …<br />-<br />3<br />–<br />Who will follow Angelinia, On this work of love<br />Leading others through the fray, lifting clouds above<br />Courage faithful servant, In the fierce war we see<br />On our side forever, Will our savior be<br />Follow Angelinia,<br />Who will follow Angelinia?</div> <div class= »_3DaXQB8TXp page » data-index= »0″><br />Chorus:<br />Who will follow Angelinia? Who will make reply?<br />I’m on the Lord’s side, master here am I,<br />Who will follow Angelinia? Who will make reply?<br />I’m on the Lord’s side, master here am I<br />Here am I … Here am I …</div> <p><strong><span style= »text-decoration: underline; »>2. HARK HARK MY FRIEND. CANNON THUNDERS ARE SWELLING…</span></strong><br />–<br />I<br />–<br />Hark, hark my friend, cannon thunders are swelling<br />Over earths green fields and Oceans wave<br />beat shore<br />How terrible the truth, those fierce thunders are telling,<br />Of that battle where the enemy shall be no more….<br />–<br />2<br />–<br />Onward we go, for still we hear them thundering,<br />Soldiers come, for out leaders bid you come,<br />And through the dark, it echoes loudly ringing,<br />The results of battles lead us home<br />–<br />3<br />–<br />Far, far away, like the judgment at evening pealing<br />The voice of conflict sounds over land and sea,<br />And land vessels, by thousands swiftly sinking,<br />Fierce McWierther turn their dreary waves to thee.<br />–<br />4<br />–<br />Rest comes at last, though fight be long and dreary,<br />The day must dawn and darksome storm be past,<br />All conflicts end, with welcomes to the weary,<br />and McWhirther the nations true home,<br />Will come at last Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, <span style= »font-size: inherit; »>Singing to welcome the fighters of the night. </span></p> <p>Angels of Jesus, Angels of Light,</p> <p>Waiting to welcome the christians of the Fight</p> <p>Hark, hark my friend, cannon thunders are swelling…</p> <p><strong><span style= »text-decoration: underline; »>3. ONWARD IN THE FIGHT</span></strong><br />—-<br />1<br />—-<br />Trying to attack on the hills of our savior</p> <p>Always following our generals and King,<br />Shaping our lines vy their brave example,<br />Happy how happy the results that we bring…<br />—-<br />2<br />—-<br />Pressing more closely to them who is leading,<br />When we are forced to turn from the fray,<br />Trusting the armies that are strong to defend us,<br />Happy how happy our praises each day…<br />—-<br />3<br />—-<br />Marching in the steps of gentle vivian girls,<br />Footsteps of faithfulness, bravery and love,<br />Looking to Go for the victory freely<br />promised<br />Happy how happy our journey above.<br />—-<br />4<br />—-<br />Trying to march in the steps of the savior,<br />Onward still onward we’ll follow our guide,<br />When we shall see him, the King in his Beauty,<br />Happy how happy our place at this side…</p> <p>Chorus:<br />How beautiful to march in the steps of the saviour,<br />Onward in the fight, Onward in the fight,<br />How beautiful to march in the steps of the saviour,<br />Led in paths of Light…</p> <div class= »react-file-viewer__content comments2 comments2-annotation-enabled » data-preview-type= »ssr_doc » data-theme= »web »> <div class= »react-file-viewer__preview react-file-preview »> <div class= »flex-preview-container »> <div class= »flex-preview-container »> <div class= »flex-preview-container »> <div class= »preview-content preview-pdf preview-pdf-ssr »> <div class= »viewer-container »> <article class= »_2vSqL8i6js pdf-viewer »> <div class= »EQJE7qmsBz viewer-container__sizer page-container pdf-viewer__pages »> <div class= »_1GmxSv9K16″> <p><strong><span style= »text-decoration: underline; »>4. BRING THEM IN</span></strong><br />—-<br />I<br />—–<br />Hark tis the cannons roar I hear,<br />Out in the lands so dark and drear,<br />Destroying the foe who’ve gone astray,<br />Far from the main folds away.<br />—-<br />2<br />—-<br />Who’ll go and Storm their lines behind,<br />Help us the wandering slaves to<br />find,<br />Who’ll bring the lost ones to the fold,<br />Where they’ll be sheltered from the cold.<br />—-<br />3<br />—-<br />Out in the plains hear their cry,<br />Out in the mountains wild and High,<br />Hark this the battle cry for thee,<br />Go find the children where ever they be.</p> <p><br />Chorus:<br />Bring them in. Bring them in.<br />Bring them in fron the fields of blood.<br />Bring them in. Bring them in.<br />Bring the wandering children to us.</p> </div> <p><strong><span style= »text-decoration: underline; »>5. CAN A BOY FORGET HIS MOTHER</span></strong><br />—-<br />I<br />—-<br />Can a boy forget his mothers pa prayers,<br />When he has wandered, God knows where,<br />Its down the path of death and shame.<br />But Mothers prayers are heard the same.<br />—-<br />2<br />—-<br />Can a boy forget his mothers face<br />Whose<br />heart was kind and filled with grace,<br />Her Loving voice, it echoes sweet,<br />She waits, she longs her boy to meet.<br />—-<br />3<br />-<br />Can a boy forget his mothers door<br />From which he wandered years before,<br />With tears and sighs she said goodbye,<br />Meet me my boy beyond the sky.<br />–<br />4<br />–<br />Can a boy forget that she is dead<br />Though many years have passed and fled,<br />There was that prayer, that sweet goodbye,<br />She waits to welcome thee on high.<br />Chorus<br />Come back my boy come back I say<br />And walk now in thy mothers way.<br />Come back my boy, come back I say,<br />And walk now in thy mothers way….</p> </div> </article> </div> </div> </div> </div> </div> </div> </div> <div class= »react-file-viewer__sidebar » data-preview-type= »ssr_doc » data-theme= »web »> <aside class= »_1ah_BhOiDc _35m4GZHt8p B-DKxNW86P »> <div class= »_5hRhvsTRDu » aria-hidden= »false »> <p><strong><span style= »text-decoration: underline; »>6. WE SIGH FOR THE CHILD SLAVES</span></strong><br />We sigh for the child slaves, dread the pains of the new<br />Their raking sorrows are many, their joys are few<br />None are singing, none are dancing<br />Hearts breaking, none entrancing<br />Welcome the good soldiers and welcome the true<br />Daylight is unhappiness, their sad evening is near<br />Their sun of brightness has set, yet no stars shall appear<br />None are singing, none are dancing<br />All in sorrow, none entrancing<br />They wait for the dawn of a glad new year<br />And the trees of life shall wither, the sparks of life shall fall<br />Sorrow still should come and death will horribly call<br />All is alarming, all are in grieving<br />And the rebel hearts deceiving<br />And hope comforts all<br />This tale of war shall be<br />told and the thunder of cannon sung<br />The storming of rebel lines broken, their formation unstrung<br />The battles’ roar alarming, the horrors leave us grieving<br />Child slaves will feel joy when the rebels shall be flung<br />With child freedom coming, new tree spring from the old<br />And peaceful times blossoming leaves unfold<br />All will be cheering, all childish hearts gladdening<br />Vivian Wickey shall fall, when the rebellion goes down<br />The storm of war shall be over and the trees laden with fruits as of old</p> <p><strong><span style= »text-decoration: underline; »>7. BLESSED ASSURANCE</span></strong><br />—-<br />I<br />—-<br />Blessed assurance, Glandelinia is mine,<br />Of what a foretaste of Glory devine.<br />Heir of nations purchased from god,<br />When nations in his spirit, are washed in blood.<br />—-<br />2<br />—-<br />Perfect submission, perfect delight,<br />Visions of rapture burst forth on my sight,<br />Armies advancing, bring yell far above,<br />Echoes of fury, lack of Love.<br />—-<br />3<br />—-<br />Perfect submission, all is lost,<br />To our foes, am happy and blest,<br />Watching and marching, and listening above,<br />Yells of their victory, lost in their love.</p> <p><br />Chorus<br />This is my story. This is my song.<br />Praising the Abbieannians all the day long,<br />This is my story, this is my song,<br />Praising the Abbieannians all the day long.</p> </div> <p><strong><span style= »text-decoration: underline; »>8. WE’LL NEVER SAY GOODBY.</span></strong><br />—-<br />1<br />—-<br />Our friends on earth we meet in sorrow<br />While swift the war storm rage,<br />Yet ever comes the sadness that we must say goodby.<br />—-<br />2<br />—-<br />How fearful is the thoughts that linger,<br />When loved ones cross deaths land,<br />That when the battles fury here are ended,<br />With them we’ll be at hand.<br />—-<br />3<br />—-<br />No parting words had ever been spoken<br />Amid that blinding storm of carnage,<br />But yells of fury and derision and rage,<br />Shall ever more be raged.</p> <p><br />Chorus<br />We’ll never say goodby in battle,<br />We’ll never say goodby,<br />For in that land of battle and storm,<br />We’ll never say goodby.</p> </aside> <p><strong><span style= »text-decoration: underline; »>9. SCATTERING THE FIERCE FOEMAN.</span></strong><br />–<br />I<br />–<br />Scattering the fierce foeman by the way side,<br />Scattering human fiends by the hill side,<br />Scattering the foes of children o’er the fields wide,<br />Scattering fiends of<br />hell by the way…<br />–<br />2<br />–<br />Scattering the graycoats for the hoeing,<br />Scattering foemen with the freely sowing,<br />Scattering fiends surely knowing,<br />Surely the Lord will send us the reign…<br />–<br />3<br />–<br />Scattering the enemies fierce, doubting never,<br />Scattering hellish creatures trusting ever,<br />Sowing the cannon storm, with shell and endeavor,<br />Trusting the Lord for victory and for yield.<br />Chorus<br />Mowing in the morning<br />Mowing at the noontime,<br />Mowing in the evening<br />Tearing the Glandelinian waves by the way.</p> <aside class= »_1ah_BhOiDc _35m4GZHt8p B-DKxNW86P »> <div class= »_5hRhvsTRDu » aria-hidden= »false »><hr class= »_1hg15rVhTv » /> <div class= »_3DfCFtkX0k _2u9TnyYmDT » role= »tablist »> <div class= »mc-positioned-portal-wrapper » aria-describedby= »tooltip-1c6f1e6727c15dcb »> </div> <div class= »mc-positioned-portal-wrapper » aria-describedby= »tooltip-1d0fd8a2d85b28fe »> </div> <div class= »mc-positioned-portal-wrapper » aria-describedby= »tooltip-d8fa218954198079″> </div> <div class= »mc-positioned-portal-wrapper » aria-describedby= »tooltip-35eac6be6bb30c35″> </div> <div class= »mc-positioned-portal-wrapper » aria-describedby= »tooltip-f435a2a1226f0198″> </div> </div> </div> </aside> </div>