《Ballad Of The Harp Weaver》歌词

歌曲： Ballad Of The Harp Weaver

所属专辑：The Christmas Spirit

歌手： Johnny Cash

时长： 04:15

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The Ballad of Harp Weaver - Johnny Cash (约翰尼·卡什)[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 cloth with nor thread to [00:00:17]

Take stitches[00:00:19]

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[00:00:25]

Will by and she began to cry[00:00:28]

That was in the early fall and when came the late fall[00:00:34]

Son she said the sight of you[00:00:39]

Makes your mother's blood crawl[00:00:40]

Little skinny shoulder blades stickin through [00:00:42]

Your clothes[00:00:44]

And where you get a jacket from God above knows[00:00:46]

It's lucky for me lad your daddy's in the ground[00:00:52]

And can't see the way I let his son go around[00:00:55]

And she made a queer sound[00:00:59]

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[00:01:10]

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

Son said my mother come climb into my lap[00:01:19]

And I'll chave your little knees while you take a nap[00:01:22]

And oh but we were silly for half an hour or more[00:01:25]

Me with my long legs draggin' on the floor[00:01:28]

I rocked rocked rocked to a mother goose rhyme[00:01:31]

Oh but we were happy for half an hour's time[00:01:35]

But there was I a great boy and what would folks say[00:01:41]

To hear my mother singin' me to sleep[00:01:46]

All day in such a daft way[00:01:48]

Men say the winter was bad that year fuel was scarce[00:01:54]

And food was dear[00:01:57]

A wind with a wolf's head howled about our door[00:01:58]

And we burned up the chairs and sat upon the floor[00:02:01]

All that was left us was a chair we couldn't break[00:02:06]

And the harp with the woman's head[00:02:09]

Nobody would take for song or pity sake[00:02:12]

The night before Christmas I cried with the cold[00:02:17]

I cried myself to sleep like a two year old[00:02:21]

And in the deep night I felt my mother rise[00:02:25]

And stare down upon me with love in her eyes[00:02:30]

I saw my mother sitting on the one good chair[00:02:34]

A light falling on her face from I couldn't tell where[00:02:36]

Looking nineteen and not a day older[00:02:43]

And the harp with the woman's head[00:02:46]

Leaned against her shoulder[00:02:48]

Her thin fingers moving in the thin tall strings[00:02:50]

Were weave weave weaving wonderful things[00:02:55]

Many bright threads from where I couldn't see[00:02:59]

Were running through the harp strings rapidly[00:03:02]

And gold threads whistlin' through my mother's hands[00:03:04]

I saw the web grow and the pattern expand[00:03:08]

She wove a child's jacket and when it was done[00:03:12]

She laid it on the floor and wove another one[00:03:15]

She wove a red cloak so regal to see[00:03:17]

She's made it for a king's son I said and not for me[00:03:20]

But I knew it was for me[00:03:23]

She wove a pair of bridges and quicker than that[00:03:25]

She wove a pair of boots a little cocked hat[00:03:27]

She wove a pair of mittens she wove a little blouse[00:03:29]

She wove all night in the still cold house[00:03:32]

She sang as she worked and the harp strings spoke[00:03:36]

But her voice never faltered and the thread never broke[00:03:41]

But when I awoke there sat my mother[00:03:45]

With the harp against her shoulder looking[00:03:50]

Nineteen and not a day older[00:03:53]

A smile about her lips and a light about her head[00:03:56]

And her hands in the harp strings frozen dead[00:04:01]

And piled up beside her toppling to the skies[00:04:07]

Were the clothes of a king's son just my size[00:04:12]