Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Valley Forge , by - Lin-Manuel Miranda. Release date: 01.12.2016
Song language: English
Valley Forge |
| Oooh… |
| The Hamilton Mixtape |
| The Hamilton Mixtape… |
| (Oooh) |
| Valley Forge, Winter 1778 |
| Thomas Paine: |
| «These are the times that try men’s souls. |
| The summer soldier and the sunshine |
| patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; |
| but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. |
| Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; |
| yet we have this consolation with |
| us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph.» |
| I am seeing the best minds of my generation |
| Waste away in pestilence and starvation |
| Is this all a test or have we met our doom? |
| Have we set up camp or parameters for our tomb? |
| I have never seen His Excellency so despondent |
| So I’ve taken over writing all his correspondence |
| I have written Congress and received dishonest responses |
| I am beyond comprehension of their nonsense |
| They say, «Saddle up! |
| Attack the British forces!» |
| I shoot back, «We have resorted to eating our horses» |
| Local merchants deny us equipment, assistance |
| They only take British money, so sing a song of sixpence |
| Sixty tents full of dysentery, death, dying breaths |
| And dilettantes and deserters in the distance |
| Congress, I beg of you, justify your existence |
| Are you men, or just a bunch of indigenous infants? |
| Unite these states, give them stakes in our resistance |
| Do you have no influence at all, you fucking skinflints? |
| Hamilton, tone it down |
| But, sir! |
| Alex, listen. |
| There’s only one way for us to win this |
| Provoke outrage, outright |
| Don’t engage, strike by night |
| Remain relentless ‘til their troops take flight |
| Make it impossible to justify the cost of the fight |
| Outrun (Outrun), outlast (Outlast) |
| Hit ‘em quick, get out fast (Uh-huh) |
| Stay alive ‘til this horror show is past |
| We’re gonna fly a lot of flags half-mast (Yeah) |