《The Ballad Of The Harpweaver》歌词

歌曲： The Ballad Of The Harpweaver

所属专辑：Ride This Train

歌手： Johnny Cash

时长： 03:47

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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 [00:00:06]

There's nothing in the house to make a boy's britches [00:00:11]

Nor shears to cut a cloth with nor thread to take stitches [00:00:14]

There's nothing in the house but a leaf end of rye [00:00:19]

And the harp with a with the woman's head nobody will by and she began to cry [00:00:21]

That was in the early fall and when came the late fall [00:00:24]

Son she said the sight of you makes your mother's blood crawl [00:00:26]

Little skinny shoulder blades stickin' through your clothes [00:00:27]

And where you get a jacket from God above knows [00:00:30]

It's lucky for me lad your daddy's in the ground [00:00:31]

And can't see the way I let his son go around and she made a queer sound [00:00:33]

That was in the late fall when the winter came [00:00:39]

I'd not a pair of bridges nor a shirt to my name [00:00:43]

I couldn't go to school or out of doors to play [00:00:46]

And all the other little boys passed our way [00:00:49]

And I'll chave your little knees while you take a nap [00:00:52]

And oh but we were silly for half an hour or more [00:00:54]

Me with my long legs draggin' on the floor [00:00:55]

I rocked rocked rocked to a mother goose rhyme [00:00:56]

Oh but we were happy for half an hour's time [00:00:58]

But there was I a great boy and what would folks say [00:01:05]

To hear my mother singin' me to sleep all day in such a daft way [00:01:06]

Men say the winter was bad that year fuel was scarce and food was dear [00:01:08]

A wind with a wolf's head howled about our door [00:01:12]

And we burned up the chairs and sat upon the floor [00:01:13]

All that was left us was a chair we couldn't break [00:01:16]

And the harp with the woman's head nobody would take for song or pity sake [00:01:19]

The night before Christmas I cried with the cold [00:01:27]

I cried myself to sleep like a two year old [00:01:29]

And in the deep night I felt my mother rise [00:01:32]

And stare down upon me with love in her eyes [00:01:34]

I saw my mother sitting on the one good chair [00:01:36]

A light falling on her face from I couldn't tell where [00:01:39]

Looking nineteen and not a day older [00:01:46]

And the harp with the woman's head leaned against her shoulder [00:01:50]

Her thin fingers moving in the thin tall strings [00:01:57]

Were weave weave weaving wonderful things [00:02:01]

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

Were running through the harp strings rapidly [00:02:05]

And gold threads whistlin' through my mother's hands [00:02:08]

I saw the web grow and the pattern expand [00:02:11]

She wove a child's jacket and when it was done [00:02:18]

She laid it on the floor and wove another one [00:02:20]

She wove a red cloak so regal to see [00:02:23]

She's made it for a king's son I said and not for me but I knew it was for me [00:02:29]

She wove a pair of bridges and quicker than that [00:02:33]

She wove a pair of boots a little cocked hat [00:02:35]

She wove a pair of mittens she wove a little blouse [00:02:39]

She wove all night in the still cold house [00:02:41]

She sang as she worked and the harp strings spoke [00:02:47]

But her voice never faltered and the thread never broke [00:02:52]

But when I awoke there sat my mother [00:02:58]

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

A smile about her lips and a light about her head [00:03:11]

And her hands in the harp strings frozen dead [00:03:14]

And piled up beside her toppling to the skies [00:03:22]

Were the clothes of a king's son just my size[00:03:27]