Johnny Cash《The Ballad of the Harp Weaver》[MP3_LRC]

[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com  [00:03.94]Son said my mother when I was knee high [00:07.96]You need of clothes to cover you and not a rag have I [00:13.37]There's nothing in the house to make a boy's britches [00:17.00]Nor shears to cut a cloth with nor thread to [00:19.49]Take stitches [00:21.90]There's nothing in the house but a leaf end of rye [00:25.14]And the harp with a with the woman's head nobody [00:28.50]Will by and she began to cry [00:34.47]That was in the early fall and when came the late fall [00:39.02]Son she said the sight of you [00:40.66]Makes your mother's blood crawl [00:42.73]Little skinny shoulder blades stickin through [00:44.17]Your clothes [00:46.78]And where you get a jacket from God above knows [00:52.03]It's lucky for me lad your daddy's in the ground [00:55.14]And can't see the way I let his son go around [00:59.08]And she made a queer sound [01:02.79]That was in the late fall when the winter came [01:06.94]I'd not a pair of bridges nor a shirt to my name [01:10.79]I couldn't go to school or out of doors to play [01:14.76]And all the other little boys passed our way [01:19.43]Son said my mother come climb into my lap [01:22.35]And I'll chave your little knees while you take a nap [01:25.49]And oh but we were silly for half an hour or more [01:28.70]Me with my long legs draggin' on the floor [01:31.59]I rocked rocked rocked to a mother goose rhyme [01:35.52]Oh but we were happy for half an hour's time [01:41.50]But there was I a great boy and what would folks say [01:46.52]To hear my mother singin' me to sleep [01:48.83]All day in such a daft way [01:54.14]Men say the winter was bad that year fuel was scarce [01:57.49]And food was dear [01:58.72]A wind with a wolf's head howled about our door [02:01.80]And we burned up the chairs and sat upon the floor [02:06.31]All that was left us was a chair we couldn't break [02:09.45]And the harp with the woman's head [02:12.23]Nobody would take for song or pity sake [02:17.72]The night before Christmas I cried with the cold [02:21.52]I cried myself to sleep like a two year old [02:25.65]And in the deep night I felt my mother rise [02:30.26]And stare down upon me with love in her eyes [02:34.09]I saw my mother sitting on the one good chair [02:36.98]A light falling on her face from I couldn't tell where [02:43.97]Looking nineteen and not a day older [02:46.54]And the harp with the woman's head [02:48.85]Leaned against her shoulder [02:50.78]Her thin fingers moving in the thin tall strings [02:55.21]Were weave weave weaving wonderful things [02:59.90]Many bright threads from where I couldn't see [03:02.19]Were running through the harp strings rapidly [03:04.94]And gold threads whistlin' through my mother's hands [03:08.25]I saw the web grow and the pattern expand [03:12.69]She wove a child's jacket and when it was done [03:15.21]She laid it on the floor and wove another one [03:17.88]She wove a red cloak so regal to see [03:20.34]She's made it for a king's son I said and not for me [03:23.14]But I knew it was for me [03:25.26]She wove a pair of bridges and quicker than that [03:27.64]She wove a pair of boots a little cocked hat [03:29.70]She wove a pair of mittens she wove a little blouse [03:32.17]She wove all night in the still cold house [03:36.57]She sang as she worked and the harp strings spoke [03:40.98]But her voice never faltered and the thread never broke [03:45.52]But when I awoke there sat my mother [03:50.52]With the harp against her shoulder looking [03:53.14]Nineteen and not a day older [03:56.69]A smile about her lips and a light about her head [04:01.80]And her hands in the harp strings frozen dead [04:07.73]And piled up beside her toppling to the skies [04:12.69]Were the clothes of a king's son just my size