《North Country Blues》歌词

[00:00:00] North Country Blues - Bob Dylan

[00:00:08] Come gather round friends

[00:00:14] And Ill tell you a tale Of when the red iron pits ran plenty

[00:00:20] But the cardboard filled windows

[00:00:22] And old men on the benches

[00:00:26] Tell you now that the whole town is empty

[00:00:32] In the north end of town

[00:00:34] My own children are grown

[00:00:39] But I was raised on the other

[00:00:45] In the wee hours of youth

[00:00:48] My mother took sick

[00:00:51] And I was brought up by my brother

[00:00:57] The iron ore poured As the years passed the door

[00:01:04] The drag lines an the shovels they was a-humming til one day my brother

[00:01:10] Failed to come home

[00:01:16] The same as my father before him

[00:01:22] Well a long winters wait

[00:01:25] From the window I watched

[00:01:29] My friends they couldnt have been kinder

[00:01:35] And my schooling was cut

[00:01:37] As I quit in the spring

[00:01:41] To marry john thomas a miner

[00:01:48] Oh the years passed again

[00:01:50] And the givin was good

[00:01:54] With the lunch bucket filled every season

[00:02:00] What with three babies born

[00:02:03] The work was cut down

[00:02:07] To a half a days shift with no reason

[00:02:13] Then the shaft was soon shut

[00:02:14] And more work was cut

[00:02:19] And the fire in the air it felt frozen til a man come to speak

[00:02:27] And he said in one week

[00:02:32] That number eleven was closin

[00:02:39] They complained in the east

[00:02:43] They are paying too high

[00:02:45] They say that your ore aint worth digging

[00:02:51] That its much cheaper down

[00:02:55] In the south american towns

[00:02:58] Where the miners work almost for nothing

[00:03:03] So the mining gates locked

[00:03:06] And the red iron rotted

[00:03:10] And the room smelled heavy from drinking

[00:03:16] Where the sad silent song

[00:03:22] Made the hour twice as long

[00:03:25] As I waited for the sun to go sinking

[00:03:29] I lived by the window

[00:03:31] As he talked to himself

[00:03:35] This silence of tongues it was building

[00:03:41] Then one mornings wake

[00:03:44] The bed it was bare

[00:03:48] The summer is gone

[00:03:55] The grounds turning cold

[00:04:00] The stores one by one theyre a-foldin

[00:04:07] My children will go

[00:04:09] As soon as they grow

[00:04:13] Well there aint nothing here now to hold them