《Ballad Of The Harp Weaver》歌词

歌曲： Ballad Of The Harp Weaver

所属专辑：Cheeky Moments

歌手： Johnny Cash

时长： 04:15

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Ballad Of The Harp Weaver - Johnny Cash[00:00:00]

Son said my mother when I was knee high[00:00:03]

You need of clothes to cover you and not a rag have I[00:00:07]

There's nothing in the house to make a boy's britches[00:00:13]

Nor shears to cut a neither cloth with nor thread to take stitches[00:00:16]

There's nothing in the house but a leaf end of rye[00:00:21]

And the harp with a with the woman's head nobody will by and she began to cry[00:00:24]

That was in the early fall and when came the late fall[00:00:33]

Son she said the sight of you makes your mother's blood crawl[00:00:38]

Little skinny shoulder blades stickin' through your clothes[00:00:42]

And where you get a jacket from god above knows[00:00:45]

It's lucky for me lad your daddy's in the ground[00:00:51]

And can't see the way I let his son go around and she made a queer sound[00:00:54]

That was in the late fall when the winter came[00:01:02]

I'd not a pair of bridges nor a shirt to my name[00:01:06]

I couldn't go to school or out of doors to play[00:01:09]

And all the other little boys passed our way[00:01:14]

Son said my mother come climb into my lap[00:01:18]

And I'll chive your little knees while you take a nap[00:01:21]

And oh but we were silly for half an hour or more[00:01:24]

Me with my long legs draggin' on the floor[00:01:27]

I rocked rocked rocked to a mother goose rhyme[00:01:30]

Oh but we were happy for half an hour's time[00:01:34]

But there was I a great boy and what would folks say[00:01:40]

To hear my mother singin' me to sleep all day in such a daft way[00:01:44]

Men say the winter was bad that year fuel was scarce and food was dear[00:01:50]

A wind with a wolf's head howled about our door[00:01:55]

And we burned up the chairs and sat upon the floor[00:01:57]

All that was left us was a chair we couldn't break[00:02:02]

And the harp with the woman's head nobody would take for song or pity sake[00:02:05]

The night before Christmas I cried with the cold[00:02:13]

I cried myself to sleep like a two year old[00:02:17]

And in the deep night I felt my mother rise[00:02:21]

And stare down upon me with love in her eyes[00:02:26]

I saw my mother sitting on the one good chair[00:02:30]

A light falling on her face from I couldn't tell where[00:02:33]

Looking nineteen and not a day older[00:02:39]

And the harp with the woman's head leaned against her shoulder[00:02:42]

Her thin fingers moving in the thin tall strings[00:02:46]

Were weave weave weaving wonderful things[00:02:50]

Many bright threads from where I couldn't see[00:02:55]

Were running through the harp strings rapidly[00:02:58]

And gold threads whistlin' through my mother's hands[00:03:00]

I saw the web grow and the pattern expand[00:03:04]

She wove a child's jacket and when it was done[00:03:08]

She laid it on the floor and wove another one[00:03:10]

She wove a red cloak so regal to see[00:03:13]

She's made it for a king's son I said and not for me[00:03:16]

But I knew it was for me[00:03:19]

She wove a pair of bridges and quicker than that[00:03:21]

She wove a pair of boots a little cocked hat[00:03:23]

She wove a pair of mittens she wove a little blouse[00:03:25]

She wove all night in the still cold house[00:03:27]

She sang as she worked and the harp strings spoke[00:03:32]

But her voice never faltered and the thread never broke[00:03:36]

But when I awoke there sat my mother[00:03:41]

With the harp against her shoulder lookin' nineteen and not a day older[00:03:46]

A smile about her lips and a light about her head[00:03:52]

And her hands in the harp strings frozen dead[00:03:57]

And piled up beside her toppling to the skies[00:04:03]

Were the clothes of a king's son just my size[00:04:08]