《North Country Blues》歌词

[00:00:00] North Country Blues (北方乡村布鲁斯) - Joan Baez (琼·贝兹)

[00:00:05] Come gather 'round friends

[00:00:08] And I'll tell you a tale

[00:00:12] Of when the red iron pits ran plenty

[00:00:19] 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

[00:00:34] In the north end of town

[00:00:36] My own children are grown

[00:00:41] But I was raised on the other

[00:00:48] In the wee hours of youth

[00:00:51] My mother took sick

[00:00:55] And I was brought up by my brother

[00:01:04] The iron ore poured

[00:01:06] As the years passed the door

[00:01:10] The drag lines and the shovels they was a-humming

[00:01:17] 'Til one day my brother

[00:01:20] Failed to come home

[00:01:24] The same as my father before him

[00:01:32] Well a long winter's wait

[00:01:34] From the window I watched

[00:01:38] My friends they couldn't have been kinder

[00:01:46] And my schooling was cut

[00:01:49] As I quit in the spring

[00:01:53] To marry John Thomas a miner

[00:02:01] Oh the years passed again

[00:02:04] And the givin' was good

[00:02:08] With the lunch bucket filled every season

[00:02:15] What with three babies born

[00:02:18] The work was cut down

[00:02:22] To a half a day's shift with no reason

[00:02:30] Then the shaft was soon shut

[00:02:32] And more work was cut

[00:02:37] And the fire in the air it felt frozen

[00:02:44] 'Til a man come to speak

[00:02:47] And he said in one week

[00:02:51] That number eleven was closing

[00:02:59] They complained in the East

[00:03:01] They are paying too high

[00:03:05] They say that your ore ain't worth digging

[00:03:13] That it's much cheaper down

[00:03:16] In the South American towns

[00:03:20] Where the miners work almost for nothing

[00:03:28] So the mining gates locked

[00:03:30] And the red iron rotted

[00:03:34] And the room smelled heavy from drinking

[00:03:42] Where the sad silent song

[00:03:45] Made the hour twice as long

[00:03:49] As I waited for the sun to go sinking

[00:03:57] I lived by the window

[00:03:59] As he talked to himself

[00:04:03] This silence of tongues it was building

[00:04:11] Then one morning's wake

[00:04:14] The bed it was bare

[00:04:18] And I's left alone with three children

[00:04:26] The summer is gone

[00:04:28] The ground's turning cold

[00:04:32] The stores one by one they're a-foldin'

[00:04:40] My children will go

[00:04:43] As soon as they grow

[00:04:48] Well there ain't nothing here now to hold them