(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
Outside the Nashville city limits
a friend and I did drive,
on a day in early winter
I was glad to be alive.
We went to see some friends of his
who lived upon a farm.
Strange and gentle country folk
who would wish nobody harm.
Fresh-cut sixty acres,
eight cows in the barn.
But the thing that I remember
on that cold day in December
was that my eyes they did brim over
as we talked.
In the slowest drawl I had ever heard
the man said "Come with me
if y'all wanna see the prettiest place
in all of Tennesee."
He poured us each a glass of wine
and a-walking we did go,
along fallen leaves and crackling ice
where a tiny brook did flow.
He knew every inch of the land
and Lord he loved it so.
But the thing that I remember
on that cold day in December
was that my eyes were brimming over
as we walked.
He set my down upon a stone
He talked in a voice so soft and clear
like the waters I heard sing.
He said "We searched quite a time
for a place to call our own.
There was just me and Mary John
and now I guess we're home."
I looked at the ground and wondered
how many years they each had roamed.
And Lord I do remember
on that day in late December
how my eyes kept brimming over
as we talked.
As we walked.
And standing there with outstretched arms
he said to me "You know,
I can't wait till the heavy storms
cover the ground with snow,
and there on the pond the watercress
is all that don't turn white.
When the sun is high you squint your eyes
and look at the hills so bright."
And nodding his head my friend said,
"And it seems like overnight
that the leaves come out so tender
at the turning of the winter..."
I thought the skies they would brim over
as we talked.
© 1970, 1971 Chandos Music (ASCAP)
[00:00.63](Words and Music by Joan Baez)
[00:01.50]Outside the Nashville city limits
[00:03.54]a friend and I did drive,
[00:06.09]on a day in early winter
[00:08.22]I was glad to be alive.
[00:11.19]We went to see some friends of his
[00:13.65]who lived upon a farm.
[00:17.55]Strange and gentle country folk
[00:19.92]who would wish nobody harm.
[00:23.79]Fresh-cut sixty acres,
[00:26.37]eight cows in the barn.
[00:29.76]But the thing that I remember
[00:33.00]on that cold day in December
[00:37.77]was that my eyes they did brim over
[00:49.47]as we talked.
[00:49.71]In the slowest drawl I had ever heard
[00:52.17]the man said "Come with me
[00:55.23]if y'all wanna see the prettiest place
[00:57.18]in all of Tennesee."
[00:59.73]He poured us each a glass of wine
[01:02.13]and a-walking we did go,
[01:03.66]along fallen leaves and crackling ice
[01:08.19]where a tiny brook did flow.
[01:12.18]He knew every inch of the land
[01:14.37]and Lord he loved it so.
[01:17.97]But the thing that I remember
[01:21.21]on that cold day in December
[01:29.31]was that my eyes were brimming over
[01:31.02]as we walked.
[01:37.71]He set my down upon a stone
[01:42.75]He talked in a voice so soft and clear
[01:44.97]like the waters I heard sing.
[01:47.73]He said "We searched quite a time
[01:49.89]for a place to call our own.
[01:53.73]There was just me and Mary John
[01:56.13]and now I guess we're home."
[01:59.70]I looked at the ground and wondered
[02:01.68]how many years they each had roamed.
[02:03.48]And Lord I do remember
[02:08.91]on that day in late December
[02:17.07]how my eyes kept brimming over
[02:20.19]as we talked.
[02:21.27]As we walked.
[02:30.18]And standing there with outstretched arms
[02:32.79]he said to me "You know,
[02:35.31]I can't wait till the heavy storms
[02:37.83]cover the ground with snow,
[02:40.17]and there on the pond the watercress
[02:42.45]is all that don't turn white.
[02:46.02]When the sun is high you squint your eyes
[02:48.63]and look at the hills so bright."
[02:52.35]And nodding his head my friend said,
[02:54.54]"And it seems like overnight
[02:59.85]that the leaves come out so tender
[03:05.22]at the turning of the winter..."
[03:07.41]I thought the skies they would brim over
[03:11.49]as we talked.
[03:11.73]© 1970, 1971 Chandos Music (ASCAP)
驶离纳什维尔城郊
我与友人驱车漫游
初冬某个寻常日子
庆幸生命如此温柔
去探访他几位老友
住在乡间农场里头
淳朴善良的庄稼人
从不对谁怀恨记仇
新收割的六十英亩
谷仓八头奶牛低眸
但最让我念念不忘
在那十二月寒流
是泪水突然涌上眼眶
当我们叙谈的时候
听他用最慢的南方腔
说道"随我来走走
带你看田纳西全境
最美的那处景秀"
斟满葡萄酒递过来
我们漫步落叶沙洲
踏过脆响的薄冰层
小溪在脚边静静流
他熟知每寸泥土香
爱意满溢在心头
但最让我念念不忘
在那十二月寒流
是泪水不断涌上眼眶
当我们漫步的时候
他让我坐在溪石上
清泉在身旁叮咚
嗓音似水清澈温柔
如歌般飘荡空中
"我们寻觅很久很久
才找到这方田垄
只有我和玛丽·约翰
如今终把家安种"
我低头看泥土沉默
他们漂泊多少春秋
上帝啊我依然记得
在那岁末寒夜尽头
泪水如何模糊视线
当我们叙谈的时候
当我们漫步的时候
他张开双臂对我说:
"知道吗我已等不够
等暴风雪覆盖原野
银装素裹的时候
池塘里唯有水田芥
不肯披上白衣裘
当正午阳光太耀眼
看山峦多明亮剔透"
友人点着头接话道:
"仿佛就在一夜之后
嫩叶突然破枝而出
冬天转身离开的时候..."
我以为天空会落泪
当我们叙谈的时候
[00:01.50]驶离纳什维尔城郊
[00:03.54]我与友人驱车漫游
[00:06.09]初冬某个寻常日子
[00:08.22]庆幸生命如此温柔
[00:11.19]去探访他几位老友
[00:13.65]住在乡间农场里头
[00:17.55]淳朴善良的庄稼人
[00:19.92]从不对谁怀恨记仇
[00:23.79]新收割的六十英亩
[00:26.37]谷仓八头奶牛低眸
[00:29.76]但最让我念念不忘
[00:33.00]在那十二月寒流
[00:37.77]是泪水突然涌上眼眶
[00:49.47]当我们叙谈的时候
[00:49.71]听他用最慢的南方腔
[00:52.17]说道"随我来走走
[00:55.23]带你看田纳西全境
[00:57.18]最美的那处景秀"
[00:59.73]斟满葡萄酒递过来
[01:02.13]我们漫步落叶沙洲
[01:03.66]踏过脆响的薄冰层
[01:08.19]小溪在脚边静静流
[01:12.18]他熟知每寸泥土香
[01:14.37]爱意满溢在心头
[01:17.97]但最让我念念不忘
[01:21.21]在那十二月寒流
[01:29.31]是泪水不断涌上眼眶
[01:31.02]当我们漫步的时候
[01:37.71]他让我坐在溪石上
[01:40.23]清泉在身旁叮咚
[01:42.75]嗓音似水清澈温柔
[01:44.97]如歌般飘荡空中
[01:47.73]"我们寻觅很久很久
[01:49.89]才找到这方田垄
[01:53.73]只有我和玛丽·约翰
[01:56.13]如今终把家安种"
[01:59.70]我低头看泥土沉默
[02:01.68]他们漂泊多少春秋
[02:03.48]上帝啊我依然记得
[02:08.91]在那岁末寒夜尽头
[02:17.07]泪水如何模糊视线
[02:20.19]当我们叙谈的时候
[02:21.27]当我们漫步的时候
[02:30.18]他张开双臂对我说:
[02:32.79]"知道吗我已等不够
[02:35.31]等暴风雪覆盖原野
[02:37.83]银装素裹的时候
[02:40.17]池塘里唯有水田芥
[02:42.45]不肯披上白衣裘
[02:46.02]当正午阳光太耀眼
[02:48.63]看山峦多明亮剔透"
[02:52.35]友人点着头接话道:
[02:54.54]"仿佛就在一夜之后
[02:59.85]嫩叶突然破枝而出
[03:05.22]冬天转身离开的时候..."
[03:07.41]我以为天空会落泪
[03:11.49]当我们叙谈的时候
[03:11.73]
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