《North Country Blues》LRC歌词下载

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[00:00.00] 作曲 : Unknown
[00:05.10]Come gather 'round friends
[00:07.71]And I'll tell you a tale
[00:11.52]Of when the red iron pits ran plenty.
[00:19.56]But the cardboard filled windows
[00:22.50]And old men on the benches
[00:26.10]Tell you now that the whole town is empty.
[00:34.17]In the north end of town,
[00:36.33]My own children are grown
[00:40.98]But I was raised on the other.
[00:42.93]In the wee hours of youth,
[00:51.45]My mother took sick
[00:55.59]And I was brought up by my brother.
[01:02.19]The iron ore poured
[01:05.79]As the years passed the door,
[01:10.08]The drag lines an' the shovels they was a-humming.
[01:13.29]'Til one day my brother
[01:21.30]Failed to come home
[01:24.60]The same as my father before him.
[01:32.16]Well a long winter's wait,
[01:34.74]From the window I watched.
[01:38.82]My friends they couldn't have been kinder.
[01:46.50]And my schooling was cut
[01:49.35]As I quit in the spring
[01:53.49]To marry John Thomas, a miner.
[02:01.53]Oh the years passed again
[02:04.26]And the givin' was good,
[02:08.01]With the lunch bucket filled every season.
[02:15.45]What with three babies born,
[02:18.78]The work was cut down
[02:23.73]To a half a day's shift with no reason.
[02:30.24]Then the shaft was soon shut
[02:32.67]And more work was cut,
[02:36.75]And the fire in the air, it felt frozen.
[02:40.68]'Til a man come to speak
[02:47.28]And he said in one week
[02:51.21]That number eleven was closin'.
[02:54.66]They complained in the East,
[03:01.74]They are paying too high.
[03:05.91]They say that your ore ain't worth digging.
[03:13.14]That it's much cheaper down
[03:15.39]In the South American towns
[03:20.10]Where the miners work almost for nothing.
[03:27.87]So the mining gates locked
[03:30.63]And the red iron rotted
[03:34.56]And the room smelled heavy from drinking.
[03:41.94]Where the sad, silent song
[03:44.97]Made the hour twice as long
[03:48.87]As I waited for the sun to go sinking.
[03:56.88]I lived by the window
[03:59.49]As he talked to himself,
[04:03.63]This silence of tongues it was building.
[04:11.94]Then one morning's wake,
[04:14.19]The bed it was bare,
[04:18.09]And I's left alone with three children.
[04:25.89]The summer is gone,
[04:28.56]The ground's turning cold,
[04:32.37]The stores one by one they're a-foldin'.
[04:42.24]My children will go
[04:42.84]As soon as they grow.
[04:44.58]Well, there ain't nothing here now to hold them.