《The Old Bog Road》歌词

歌曲： The Old Bog Road

所属专辑：Irish Songs， Country Style

歌手： Hank Locklin

时长： 03:00

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The Old Bog Road - Hank Locklin[00:00:00]

My feet are here on Broadway[00:00:16]

This blessed harvest mornin' [00:00:20]

But oh the ache that's in them[00:00:24]

For the spot where I was born [00:00:27]

My weary hands are blistered[00:00:31]

Through work in cold and heat [00:00:34]

And oh to swing a scythe day[00:00:38]

Through a field of Irish wheat [00:00:42]

Had I the chance to wander back [00:00:45]

Or own a king’s abode [00:00:49]

I’d sooner see the hawthorn tree[00:00:52]

By the Old Bog Road [00:00:56]

My mother died last springtime [00:01:07]

When Erin’s fields were green [00:01:10]

The neighbours said her waking[00:01:14]

Was the finest ever seen [00:01:17]

There were snowdrops and primroses[00:01:21]

Piled high beside her bed [00:01:25]

And Ferns Church was crowded[00:01:28]

When her funeral Mass was said[00:01:32]

And here was I on Broadway[00:01:35]

Just feeling bricks my load[00:01:39]

When they carried out her coffin[00:01:42]

Down the old Bog Road [00:01:45]

Ah life’s a weary puzzle [00:01:57]

Past finding out by man [00:02:00]

I’ll take the day for what it’s worth[00:02:04]

And do the best I can [00:02:07]

Since no one cares a rush for me[00:02:11]

Why need I make a moan [00:02:15]

I'll go my way and draw my pay[00:02:18]

And smoke my pipe alone [00:02:22]

Each very heart must have his grief[00:02:25]

Though bitter be the load[00:02:29]

So God be with you Ireland [00:02:34]

And the Old Bog Road[00:02:42]