《The Old Bog Road》歌词

歌曲： The Old Bog Road

所属专辑：Ireland’s Own

歌手： Hugo Duncan

时长： 02:43

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The Old Bog Road - Hugo Duncan[00:00:00]

My feet are here on Broadway[00:00:06]

This blessed harvest morn [00:00:10]

But oh the ache that's in my heart[00:00:14]

For the spot where I was born [00:00:18]

My weary hands are blistered[00:00:22]

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

And oh to swing a scythe once more[00:00:31]

Through a field of Irish wheat [00:00:35]

Had I the chance to wander back [00:00:39]

Or own a kings abode [00:00:43]

I'd sooner see the hawthorn tree[00:00:47]

By the Old Bog Road [00:00:52]

My mother died last springtime [00:00:56]

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

The neighbours said her waking[00:01:04]

Was the finest ever seen [00:01:08]

There were snowdrops and primroses[00:01:12]

Piled high above her bed [00:01:17]

And Ferns Church was crowded[00:01:21]

When her funeral Mass was read [00:01:25]

And here was I on Broadway[00:01:29]

A-building bricks per load [00:01:33]

When they carried out her coffin[00:01:37]

Down the old Bog Road [00:01:42]

Ah Lifes a weary puzzle [00:01:46]

Past finding out by man [00:01:50]

I'll take the day for what it's worth[00:01:54]

And do the best I can [00:01:58]

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

What need is there to moan [00:02:06]

I'll go my way and draw my pay[00:02:11]

And smoke my pipe alone [00:02:15]

Each human heart must bear it's grief[00:02:19]

Though bitter be the bode[00:02:23]

So God be with you Ireland [00:02:27]

And the Old Bog Road[00:02:31]