(Spoken Intro: You know, everything that's ever been written about the Civil War, they wrote about brother fightin' brother and father fightin' son, and nobody has ever really written a song about the ones that stayed behind, you know, like the women that lost their men. That's what this is about.)
Have you seen Amanda Blaine
In the hills of Shiloh...
Wandering through the morning rain
In the hills of Shiloh?
Have you seen her at her door
Listening for the cannon roar
And a man who went to war
From the hills of Shiloh?
Have you heard her mournful cries
In the hills of Shiloh?
Have you seen her haunted eyes
In the hills of Shiloh?
Have you seen her running down
Searching through the sleepy town
In her yellowed wedding gown
In the hills of Shiloh?
Have you seen her standing there
In the hills of Shiloh?
Wind a'blowing through her hair
In the hills of Shiloh
Listening for the sound of guns...
Listening for the roll of drums...
And a man who never comes
To the hills of Shiloh?
Have you heard Amanda sing
In the hills of Shiloh?
Whispering to her wedding ring
In the hills of Shiloh?
Hear her humming soft and low...
For Amanda doesn't know...
'Twas ended forty years ago
In the hills of Shiloh.