歌曲 | Family Hands |
歌手 | Mary Chapin Carpenter |
专辑 | Hometown Girl |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Carpenter | |
Last sunday we got in the car and we drove | |
To the town you were raised in, your boyhood home | |
The trees were just turning, up on the ridge | |
And this was your valley when you were a kid | |
You showed me the railroad that your daddy worked on | |
As we neared the old house where your granny lives on | |
She's nearing ninety years now, with her daughters by her side | |
Who tend the places in the heart where loneliness can hide | |
Chorus: raised by the women who are stronger than you know | |
A patchwork quilt of memory only women could have sewn | |
The threads were stitched by family hands, protected from the moth | |
By your mother...and her mother, the weavers of your cloth | |
Your grandmother owned a gun in 1932 | |
When times were bad just everywhere, you said she used it too | |
And the life and times of everyone are traced inside their palms | |
Her skin may be so weathered, but her grip is still so strong | |
And i see your eyes belong to her and too your mama too | |
A slice of virginia sky, the clearest shade of blue | |
Chorus: | |
And a rich man you might never be, they'd love you just the same | |
They've handed down so much to you besides your christian name | |
And the spoken word won't heal you like the laying on of hands | |
Belonging to the ones who raised you to a man | |
Chorus: |
zuo ci : Carpenter | |
Last sunday we got in the car and we drove | |
To the town you were raised in, your boyhood home | |
The trees were just turning, up on the ridge | |
And this was your valley when you were a kid | |
You showed me the railroad that your daddy worked on | |
As we neared the old house where your granny lives on | |
She' s nearing ninety years now, with her daughters by her side | |
Who tend the places in the heart where loneliness can hide | |
Chorus: raised by the women who are stronger than you know | |
A patchwork quilt of memory only women could have sewn | |
The threads were stitched by family hands, protected from the moth | |
By your mother... and her mother, the weavers of your cloth | |
Your grandmother owned a gun in 1932 | |
When times were bad just everywhere, you said she used it too | |
And the life and times of everyone are traced inside their palms | |
Her skin may be so weathered, but her grip is still so strong | |
And i see your eyes belong to her and too your mama too | |
A slice of virginia sky, the clearest shade of blue | |
Chorus: | |
And a rich man you might never be, they' d love you just the same | |
They' ve handed down so much to you besides your christian name | |
And the spoken word won' t heal you like the laying on of hands | |
Belonging to the ones who raised you to a man | |
Chorus: |
zuò cí : Carpenter | |
Last sunday we got in the car and we drove | |
To the town you were raised in, your boyhood home | |
The trees were just turning, up on the ridge | |
And this was your valley when you were a kid | |
You showed me the railroad that your daddy worked on | |
As we neared the old house where your granny lives on | |
She' s nearing ninety years now, with her daughters by her side | |
Who tend the places in the heart where loneliness can hide | |
Chorus: raised by the women who are stronger than you know | |
A patchwork quilt of memory only women could have sewn | |
The threads were stitched by family hands, protected from the moth | |
By your mother... and her mother, the weavers of your cloth | |
Your grandmother owned a gun in 1932 | |
When times were bad just everywhere, you said she used it too | |
And the life and times of everyone are traced inside their palms | |
Her skin may be so weathered, but her grip is still so strong | |
And i see your eyes belong to her and too your mama too | |
A slice of virginia sky, the clearest shade of blue | |
Chorus: | |
And a rich man you might never be, they' d love you just the same | |
They' ve handed down so much to you besides your christian name | |
And the spoken word won' t heal you like the laying on of hands | |
Belonging to the ones who raised you to a man | |
Chorus: |