Hank Locklin - The Old Bog Road

[00:00.00]时代音乐网 www.78497.com  [00:16.97]My feet are here on Broadway [00:20.54]This blessed harvest mornin' [00:24.19]But oh  the ache that's in them [00:27.37]For the spot where I was born [00:31.11]My weary hands are blistered [00:34.65]Through work in cold and heat [00:38.40]And oh  to swing a scythe day [00:42.13]Through a field of Irish wheat [00:45.68]Had I the chance to wander back [00:49.27]Or own a king’s abode [00:52.86]I’d sooner see the hawthorn tree [00:56.48]By the Old Bog Road [01:07.33]My mother died last springtime [01:10.96]When Erin’s fields were green [01:14.60]The neighbours said her waking [01:17.77]Was the finest ever seen [01:21.55]There were snowdrops and primroses [01:25.00]Piled high beside her bed [01:28.55]And Ferns Church was crowded [01:32.00]When her funeral Mass was said [01:35.69]And here was I on Broadway [01:39.09]Just feeling bricks  my load [01:42.78]When they carried out her coffin [01:45.92]Down the old Bog Road [01:57.12]Ah life’s a weary puzzle [02:00.62]Past finding out by man [02:04.30]I’ll take the day for what it’s worth [02:07.77]And do the best I can [02:11.17]Since no one cares a rush for me [02:15.09]Why need I make a moan [02:18.52]I'll go my way and draw my pay [02:22.20]And smoke my pipe alone [02:25.74]Each very heart must have his grief [02:29.44]Though bitter be the load [02:34.83]So God be with you  Ireland [02:42.88]And the Old Bog Road