歌曲 | Song Of The Yukon Rose |
歌手 | Chris LeDoux |
专辑 | Powder River |
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作词 : LeDoux | |
There's a place on the | |
Yukon river, called the | |
Carriboux | |
Saloon. Where the miners go, to spend their gold, | |
An' listen to the sad, sweet tune. | |
Feast their eyes' upon the beauty of the lovely | |
Yukon Rose, | |
They can look but they better not touch her, she belongs to | |
Pierre LeBoux. | |
They say he found down in | |
Seattle, won her at a young and tender age. | |
Now she sings up here, while the men drink beer, | |
Like a bird in a guilded cage. | |
Well, one time a man from | |
Tulsa challenged | |
Pierre for her | |
Rose's hand, | |
Now he lies below the the bitter snow in this wild and savage land. | |
Some nights when the | |
Northern Lights are shinin' | |
And the cold north wind is howlin' across the snow. | |
Is it just the wind that you hear sighin'...or could it be the sound of the | |
Yukon Rose. | |
Then one night a bigfoot just happened to be passin' by. | |
And there in the dark his heart his lonely heart, | |
Was touched by | |
Rose's lulaby. | |
So he walked into the bar room and every one turned to stare, | |
But he looked to them just like a bearded man, in a coat of grizzly hair. | |
Bigfoot saw the | |
Yukon Rose and their eyes meet through the gloom. | |
An' she was hypnotized by his gentle eyes, and was drawn across the room. | |
Now they say that love has no bounderies, an' | |
I reckon that it's right, ' | |
Cause beauty and the savage beast, fell in love that night. | |
Some nights when the | |
Northern Lights are shinin', | |
An' the cold | |
North winds are howlin' 'cross the snow, | |
Is it just the wind that you hear sighin'... | |
Or could it be the song of the | |
Yukon Rose... | |
Now Pierre was in the back room, dealin' cards when the music stoped. | |
He laid his hand down and looked around, and said nobody touch that pot. | |
He walked out to the bar room and the trouble began, | |
An' his blood ran cold when he saw the | |
Rose, in the arms of the tall strange man. | |
Pierre walked up and he grabbed her, an' shoved her t'wards the stage, | |
And the gentle look in the strangers eyes, turned wild and red with rage. | |
An' then with just one mighty blow, | |
Pierre lay on the saw-dust floor. | |
The tall strange man, took the ladies hand, an' walked out through the door. | |
No one dared to follow, and where he took her no one knows, | |
But we all jumped back, when we saw the tracks. | |
Of bigfoot in the snow. | |
Some say she probably died that winter, she must have | |
I s'pose. | |
But just last night under the | |
Northern Lights, | |
I heard the song of the | |
Yukon Rose. | |
Some nights when the | |
Northern Lights are shinin', | |
And the cold north wind is howlin' across the snow, | |
Is it just the wind that you hear sighin'... | |
Or could it be the song of the | |
Yukon Rose |
zuo ci : LeDoux | |
There' s a place on the | |
Yukon river, called the | |
Carriboux | |
Saloon. Where the miners go, to spend their gold, | |
An' listen to the sad, sweet tune. | |
Feast their eyes' upon the beauty of the lovely | |
Yukon Rose, | |
They can look but they better not touch her, she belongs to | |
Pierre LeBoux. | |
They say he found down in | |
Seattle, won her at a young and tender age. | |
Now she sings up here, while the men drink beer, | |
Like a bird in a guilded cage. | |
Well, one time a man from | |
Tulsa challenged | |
Pierre for her | |
Rose' s hand, | |
Now he lies below the the bitter snow in this wild and savage land. | |
Some nights when the | |
Northern Lights are shinin' | |
And the cold north wind is howlin' across the snow. | |
Is it just the wind that you hear sighin'... or could it be the sound of the | |
Yukon Rose. | |
Then one night a bigfoot just happened to be passin' by. | |
And there in the dark his heart his lonely heart, | |
Was touched by | |
Rose' s lulaby. | |
So he walked into the bar room and every one turned to stare, | |
But he looked to them just like a bearded man, in a coat of grizzly hair. | |
Bigfoot saw the | |
Yukon Rose and their eyes meet through the gloom. | |
An' she was hypnotized by his gentle eyes, and was drawn across the room. | |
Now they say that love has no bounderies, an' | |
I reckon that it' s right, ' | |
Cause beauty and the savage beast, fell in love that night. | |
Some nights when the | |
Northern Lights are shinin', | |
An' the cold | |
North winds are howlin' ' cross the snow, | |
Is it just the wind that you hear sighin'... | |
Or could it be the song of the | |
Yukon Rose... | |
Now Pierre was in the back room, dealin' cards when the music stoped. | |
He laid his hand down and looked around, and said nobody touch that pot. | |
He walked out to the bar room and the trouble began, | |
An' his blood ran cold when he saw the | |
Rose, in the arms of the tall strange man. | |
Pierre walked up and he grabbed her, an' shoved her t' wards the stage, | |
And the gentle look in the strangers eyes, turned wild and red with rage. | |
An' then with just one mighty blow, | |
Pierre lay on the sawdust floor. | |
The tall strange man, took the ladies hand, an' walked out through the door. | |
No one dared to follow, and where he took her no one knows, | |
But we all jumped back, when we saw the tracks. | |
Of bigfoot in the snow. | |
Some say she probably died that winter, she must have | |
I s' pose. | |
But just last night under the | |
Northern Lights, | |
I heard the song of the | |
Yukon Rose. | |
Some nights when the | |
Northern Lights are shinin', | |
And the cold north wind is howlin' across the snow, | |
Is it just the wind that you hear sighin'... | |
Or could it be the song of the | |
Yukon Rose |
zuò cí : LeDoux | |
There' s a place on the | |
Yukon river, called the | |
Carriboux | |
Saloon. Where the miners go, to spend their gold, | |
An' listen to the sad, sweet tune. | |
Feast their eyes' upon the beauty of the lovely | |
Yukon Rose, | |
They can look but they better not touch her, she belongs to | |
Pierre LeBoux. | |
They say he found down in | |
Seattle, won her at a young and tender age. | |
Now she sings up here, while the men drink beer, | |
Like a bird in a guilded cage. | |
Well, one time a man from | |
Tulsa challenged | |
Pierre for her | |
Rose' s hand, | |
Now he lies below the the bitter snow in this wild and savage land. | |
Some nights when the | |
Northern Lights are shinin' | |
And the cold north wind is howlin' across the snow. | |
Is it just the wind that you hear sighin'... or could it be the sound of the | |
Yukon Rose. | |
Then one night a bigfoot just happened to be passin' by. | |
And there in the dark his heart his lonely heart, | |
Was touched by | |
Rose' s lulaby. | |
So he walked into the bar room and every one turned to stare, | |
But he looked to them just like a bearded man, in a coat of grizzly hair. | |
Bigfoot saw the | |
Yukon Rose and their eyes meet through the gloom. | |
An' she was hypnotized by his gentle eyes, and was drawn across the room. | |
Now they say that love has no bounderies, an' | |
I reckon that it' s right, ' | |
Cause beauty and the savage beast, fell in love that night. | |
Some nights when the | |
Northern Lights are shinin', | |
An' the cold | |
North winds are howlin' ' cross the snow, | |
Is it just the wind that you hear sighin'... | |
Or could it be the song of the | |
Yukon Rose... | |
Now Pierre was in the back room, dealin' cards when the music stoped. | |
He laid his hand down and looked around, and said nobody touch that pot. | |
He walked out to the bar room and the trouble began, | |
An' his blood ran cold when he saw the | |
Rose, in the arms of the tall strange man. | |
Pierre walked up and he grabbed her, an' shoved her t' wards the stage, | |
And the gentle look in the strangers eyes, turned wild and red with rage. | |
An' then with just one mighty blow, | |
Pierre lay on the sawdust floor. | |
The tall strange man, took the ladies hand, an' walked out through the door. | |
No one dared to follow, and where he took her no one knows, | |
But we all jumped back, when we saw the tracks. | |
Of bigfoot in the snow. | |
Some say she probably died that winter, she must have | |
I s' pose. | |
But just last night under the | |
Northern Lights, | |
I heard the song of the | |
Yukon Rose. | |
Some nights when the | |
Northern Lights are shinin', | |
And the cold north wind is howlin' across the snow, | |
Is it just the wind that you hear sighin'... | |
Or could it be the song of the | |
Yukon Rose |