| 歌曲 | Matamoros Banks |
| 歌手 | Bruce Springsteen |
| 专辑 | Devils & Dust |
| 作词 : Springsteen | |
| Each year many die crossing the deserts, mountains, and rivers of our | |
| southern border in search of a better life. Here I follow the journey | |
| backwards, from the body at the river bottom, to the man walking across | |
| the desert towards the banks of the Rio Grande. | |
| For two days the river keeps you down | |
| Then you rise to the light without a sound | |
| Past the playgrounds and empty switching yards | |
| The turtles eat the skin from your eyes, so they lay open to the stars | |
| Your clothes give way to the current and river stone | |
| 'Till every trace of who you ever were is gone | |
| And the things of the earth they make their claim | |
| That the things of heaven may do the same | |
| Goodbye, my darling, for your love I give God thanks, | |
| Meet me on the Matamoros | |
| Meet me on the Matamoros | |
| Meet me on the Matamoros banks | |
| Over rivers of stone and ancient ocean beds | |
| I walk on sandals of twine and tire tread | |
| My pockets full of dust, my mouth filled with cool stone | |
| The pale moon opens the earth to its bones | |
| I long, my darling, for your kiss, for your sweet love I give God thanks | |
| The touch of your loving fingertips | |
| Meet me on the Matamoros | |
| Meet me on the Matamoros | |
| Meet me on the Matamoros banks | |
| Your sweet memory comes on the evenin' wind | |
| I sleep and dream of holding you in my arms again | |
| The lights of Brownsville, across the river shine | |
| A shout rings out and into the silty red river I dive | |
| I long, my darling, for your kiss, for your sweet love I give God thanks | |
| A touch of your loving fingertips | |
| Meet me on the Matamoros | |
| Meet me on the Matamoros | |
| Meet me on the Matamoros banks | |
| Meet me on the Matamoros | |
| Meet me on the Matamoros | |
| Meet me on the Matamoros banks |
| zuò cí : Springsteen | |
| Each year many die crossing the deserts, mountains, and rivers of our | |
| southern border in search of a better life. Here I follow the journey | |
| backwards, from the body at the river bottom, to the man walking across | |
| the desert towards the banks of the Rio Grande. | |
| For two days the river keeps you down | |
| Then you rise to the light without a sound | |
| Past the playgrounds and empty switching yards | |
| The turtles eat the skin from your eyes, so they lay open to the stars | |
| Your clothes give way to the current and river stone | |
| ' Till every trace of who you ever were is gone | |
| And the things of the earth they make their claim | |
| That the things of heaven may do the same | |
| Goodbye, my darling, for your love I give God thanks, | |
| Meet me on the Matamoros | |
| Meet me on the Matamoros | |
| Meet me on the Matamoros banks | |
| Over rivers of stone and ancient ocean beds | |
| I walk on sandals of twine and tire tread | |
| My pockets full of dust, my mouth filled with cool stone | |
| The pale moon opens the earth to its bones | |
| I long, my darling, for your kiss, for your sweet love I give God thanks | |
| The touch of your loving fingertips | |
| Meet me on the Matamoros | |
| Meet me on the Matamoros | |
| Meet me on the Matamoros banks | |
| Your sweet memory comes on the evenin' wind | |
| I sleep and dream of holding you in my arms again | |
| The lights of Brownsville, across the river shine | |
| A shout rings out and into the silty red river I dive | |
| I long, my darling, for your kiss, for your sweet love I give God thanks | |
| A touch of your loving fingertips | |
| Meet me on the Matamoros | |
| Meet me on the Matamoros | |
| Meet me on the Matamoros banks | |
| Meet me on the Matamoros | |
| Meet me on the Matamoros | |
| Meet me on the Matamoros banks |