[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com [00:00.67]The Old Bog Road - Josef Locke & Orchestra [00:09.56]My feet are here on broadway [00:13.27]This blessed harvest morn [00:16.77]But oh The ache thats in my heart [00:20.14]For the spot where I was born [00:24.14]My weary hands are blistered [00:27.37]From work in cold and heat [00:30.51]And oh To swing a scythe again [00:34.28]Through a field of irish wheat [00:38.31]Had I the chance to wander back [00:42.13]Or own a kings abode [00:46.25]I'd sooner see the hawthorn tree [00:50.83]Down the old bog road [01:04.15]My mother died last springtime [01:08.34]When erins fields were green [01:11.99]The neighbours said her waking [01:15.56]Was the finest ever seen [01:19.61]There were snowdrops and primroses [01:23.31]Piled high beside her bed [01:27.01]And ferns church was crowded [01:31.37]When her funeral mass was said [01:35.68]But here am I on broadway [01:40.16]A-building bricks per load [01:45.07]When they carried out her coffin [01:50.35]Down the old bog road [02:04.04]Ah Lifes a weary puzzle [02:07.36]Past finding out by man [02:10.67]I'll take the day for what its worth [02:14.44]And do the best I can [02:18.04]Since no one cares a rush for me [02:21.69]What needs to make a moan [02:24.53]I'll go my way and draw my pay [02:29.03]And smoke my pipe alone [02:32.83]Each human heart must know its grief [02:37.41]Though bitter be the bode [02:42.16]So god be with you ireland [02:49.12]And the old bog road
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[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com[00:00.67]The Old Bog Road - Josef Locke & Orchestra
[00:09.56]My feet are here on broadway
[00:13.27]This blessed harvest morn
[00:16.77]But oh The ache thats in my heart
[00:20.14]For the spot where I was born
[00:24.14]My weary hands are blistered
[00:27.37]From work in cold and heat
[00:30.51]And oh To swing a scythe again
[00:34.28]Through a field of irish wheat
[00:38.31]Had I the chance to wander back
[00:42.13]Or own a kings abode
[00:46.25]I'd sooner see the hawthorn tree
[00:50.83]Down the old bog road
[01:04.15]My mother died last springtime
[01:08.34]When erins fields were green
[01:11.99]The neighbours said her waking
[01:15.56]Was the finest ever seen
[01:19.61]There were snowdrops and primroses
[01:23.31]Piled high beside her bed
[01:27.01]And ferns church was crowded
[01:31.37]When her funeral mass was said
[01:35.68]But here am I on broadway
[01:40.16]A-building bricks per load
[01:45.07]When they carried out her coffin
[01:50.35]Down the old bog road
[02:04.04]Ah Lifes a weary puzzle
[02:07.36]Past finding out by man
[02:10.67]I'll take the day for what its worth
[02:14.44]And do the best I can
[02:18.04]Since no one cares a rush for me
[02:21.69]What needs to make a moan
[02:24.53]I'll go my way and draw my pay
[02:29.03]And smoke my pipe alone
[02:32.83]Each human heart must know its grief
[02:37.41]Though bitter be the bode
[02:42.16]So god be with you ireland
[02:49.12]And the old bog road
