《The Old Bog Road》歌词

歌曲： The Old Bog Road

所属专辑：The Great Irish Tenors

歌手： Josef Locke

时长： 03:02

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The Old Bog Road - Josef Locke[00:00:00]

My feet are here on Broadway[00:00:09]

This blessed harvest morn [00:00:13]

And oh the ache that's in them[00:00:16]

For the lpot where I was born [00:00:20]

My weary hands are blistered[00:00:23]

Through work in cold and heat [00:00:27]

And oh to swingscythe today[00:00:30]

Through a field of Irish wheat [00:00:34]

Had I the chance to wander back [00:00:38]

Or own a kings abode [00:00:42]

I'd sooner see the hawthorn tree[00:00:46]

By the Old Bog Road [00:00:50]

My mother died last springtime'[00:01:04]

When Erins fields were green[00:01:08]

The neighbours said her waking[00:01:11]

Was the finest ever seen[00:01:15]

There were snowdrops and primroses[00:01:19]

Piled high beside her bed'[00:01:23]

And Ferns Church was crowded[00:01:27]

When her funeral Mass was read[00:01:31]

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

A-building bricks per load[00:01:40]

When they carried out her coffin[00:01:44]

Down the old Bog Road[00:01:50]

And lifes a weary puzzle'[00:02:03]

Past finding out by man'[00:02:07]

I'll take the day for what it's worth[00:02:10]

And do the best I can[00:02:14]

Since no one cares a rush for me[00:02:18]

What need to make come moan'[00:02:21]

I'll go my way and draw my pay[00:02:24]

And smoke my pipe alone[00:02:28]

Each human heart must bear its grief[00:02:32]

Though bitter be the lode[00:02:37]

So God be with you' Ireland'[00:02:42]

And the Old Bog Road[00:02:49]