《Old Bog Road》歌词

歌曲： Old Bog Road

所属专辑：The Rose of Tralee

歌手： The Shannon Singers

时长： 02:49

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Old Bog Road - Shannon Singers[00:00:00]

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

This blessed harvest morn[00:00:12]

But oh the ache that's in me[00:00:16]

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

My weary hands are blistered[00:00:24]

Through work in cold and heat[00:00:28]

And oh to swing a scythe[00:00:33]

Through a field of irish wheat[00:00:37]

Had I the chance to wander back[00:00:41]

Or own a king's abode[00:00:45]

I'd sooner see the hawthorn tree[00:00:49]

By the old bog road[00:00:53]

My mother died last springtime[00:00:57]

When erin's fields were green[00:01:01]

The neighbours said her waking[00:01:05]

Was the finest ever seen[00:01:09]

There were snowdrops and primroses[00:01:13]

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[00:01:41]

Ah life's a weary puzzle[00:02:10]

Past finding out by man[00:02:13]

I'll take the day for what it's worth[00:02:17]

And do the best I can[00:02:22]

Since no one cares a rush for me[00:02:26]

What need is there to moan[00:02:30]

So God be with you Ireland[00:02:34]

And the old bog road[00:02:38]