《The Ballad Of The Harpweaver》歌词

[00:00:03] Son said my mother when I was knee high

[00:00:06] You need of clothes to cover you and not a rag have I

[00:00:11] There's nothing in the house to make a boy's britches

[00:00:14] Nor shears to cut a cloth with nor thread to take stitches

[00:00:19] There's nothing in the house but a leaf end of rye

[00:00:21] And the harp with a with the woman's head nobody will by and she began to cry

[00:00:24] That was in the early fall and when came the late fall

[00:00:26] Son she said the sight of you makes your mother's blood crawl

[00:00:27] Little skinny shoulder blades stickin' through your clothes

[00:00:30] And where you get a jacket from God above knows

[00:00:31] It's lucky for me lad your daddy's in the ground

[00:00:33] And can't see the way I let his son go around and she made a queer sound

[00:00:39] That was in the late fall when the winter came

[00:00:43] I'd not a pair of bridges nor a shirt to my name

[00:00:46] I couldn't go to school or out of doors to play

[00:00:49] And all the other little boys passed our way

[00:00:52] And I'll chave your little knees while you take a nap

[00:00:54] And oh but we were silly for half an hour or more

[00:00:55] Me with my long legs draggin' on the floor

[00:00:56] I rocked rocked rocked to a mother goose rhyme

[00:00:58] Oh but we were happy for half an hour's time

[00:01:05] But there was I a great boy and what would folks say

[00:01:06] To hear my mother singin' me to sleep all day in such a daft way

[00:01:08] Men say the winter was bad that year fuel was scarce and food was dear

[00:01:12] A wind with a wolf's head howled about our door

[00:01:13] And we burned up the chairs and sat upon the floor

[00:01:16] All that was left us was a chair we couldn't break

[00:01:19] And the harp with the woman's head nobody would take for song or pity sake

[00:01:27] The night before Christmas I cried with the cold

[00:01:29] I cried myself to sleep like a two year old

[00:01:32] And in the deep night I felt my mother rise

[00:01:34] And stare down upon me with love in her eyes

[00:01:36] I saw my mother sitting on the one good chair

[00:01:39] A light falling on her face from I couldn't tell where

[00:01:46] Looking nineteen and not a day older

[00:01:50] And the harp with the woman's head leaned against her shoulder

[00:01:57] Her thin fingers moving in the thin tall strings

[00:02:01] Were weave weave weaving wonderful things

[00:02:02] Many bright threads from where I couldn't see

[00:02:05] Were running through the harp strings rapidly

[00:02:08] And gold threads whistlin' through my mother's hands

[00:02:11] I saw the web grow and the pattern expand

[00:02:18] She wove a child's jacket and when it was done

[00:02:20] She laid it on the floor and wove another one

[00:02:23] She wove a red cloak so regal to see

[00:02:29] She's made it for a king's son I said and not for me but I knew it was for me

[00:02:33] She wove a pair of bridges and quicker than that

[00:02:35] She wove a pair of boots a little cocked hat

[00:02:39] She wove a pair of mittens she wove a little blouse

[00:02:41] She wove all night in the still cold house

[00:02:47] She sang as she worked and the harp strings spoke

[00:02:52] But her voice never faltered and the thread never broke

[00:02:58] But when I awoke there sat my mother

[00:03:03] With the harp against her shoulder lookin' nineteen and not a day older

[00:03:11] A smile about her lips and a light about her head

[00:03:14] And her hands in the harp strings frozen dead

[00:03:22] And piled up beside her toppling to the skies

[00:03:27] Were the clothes of a king's son just my size