歌曲 | The Caretaker |
歌手 | Johnny Cash |
专辑 | The Fabulous Johnny Cash (Hymns by Johnny Cash & Songs of Our Soil) |
作词 : Cash | |
I live in the cemetery' | |
Old Caretaker' they call me | |
In the wintertime | |
I rake the leaves | |
And in the summer | |
I cut the weeds | |
When a funeral comes | |
The people cry and pray | |
They bury their dead | |
Then they all go away | |
And here I work | |
And I somehow hide | |
From a world that rushes | |
By outside | |
But each night | |
When I rest my head | |
I'm contented | |
As the peaceful death | |
But who's gonna cry | |
When old John dies? | |
Who's gonna cry | |
When old John dies? | |
Once I was a young man | |
Dashing with the girls | |
Now no one wants an old man | |
When I lost my handsome curls | |
But I wanna say | |
When my time comes | |
Lay me facin' | |
The rising sun | |
Put me in a corner | |
Where I buried my pup | |
Tell the preacher to pray | |
Then cover me up | |
Don't lay flowers | |
Where my head should be | |
Maybe God would | |
Let some grow for me | |
And all the little children | |
That I love like my own | |
Will they be sorry | |
That Old John's gone? | |
Who's gonna cry | |
When Old John dies? | |
Who's gonna cry | |
When Old John dies? |
zuò cí : Cash | |
I live in the cemetery' | |
Old Caretaker' they call me | |
In the wintertime | |
I rake the leaves | |
And in the summer | |
I cut the weeds | |
When a funeral comes | |
The people cry and pray | |
They bury their dead | |
Then they all go away | |
And here I work | |
And I somehow hide | |
From a world that rushes | |
By outside | |
But each night | |
When I rest my head | |
I' m contented | |
As the peaceful death | |
But who' s gonna cry | |
When old John dies? | |
Who' s gonna cry | |
When old John dies? | |
Once I was a young man | |
Dashing with the girls | |
Now no one wants an old man | |
When I lost my handsome curls | |
But I wanna say | |
When my time comes | |
Lay me facin' | |
The rising sun | |
Put me in a corner | |
Where I buried my pup | |
Tell the preacher to pray | |
Then cover me up | |
Don' t lay flowers | |
Where my head should be | |
Maybe God would | |
Let some grow for me | |
And all the little children | |
That I love like my own | |
Will they be sorry | |
That Old John' s gone? | |
Who' s gonna cry | |
When Old John dies? | |
Who' s gonna cry | |
When Old John dies? |