歌曲 | Mary Of The Wild Moor |
歌手 | Johnny Cash |
专辑 | American III: Solitary Man |
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作词 : Turner | |
It was on one cold winter night | |
When the wind blew across the wild moor | |
When Mary came wandering home with her child | |
Till she came to her own father's door | |
Father, dear father, she cried | |
Come down and open the door | |
Or the child in my arms, will perish and die | |
From the winds that blow across the wild moor | |
But her father was deaf to her cry | |
Not a sound of her voice, did he hear | |
So the watch dog did howl and the village bells tolled | |
And the wind blew across the wild moor | |
Oh, how the old man must have felt | |
When he came to the door, the next mornin' | |
And he found | |
Mary dead, but the child still alive | |
Closely grasping his dead mother's arms | |
In grief the old man passed away | |
And the child to it's mother went soon | |
And no one they say, lives there to this day | |
And the cottage to ruin has gone | |
But the villagers point out the spot | |
Where the willows grew over the door | |
Saying there | |
Mary died, once the gay village bride | |
From the wind that blow across the wild moor |
zuo ci : Turner | |
It was on one cold winter night | |
When the wind blew across the wild moor | |
When Mary came wandering home with her child | |
Till she came to her own father' s door | |
Father, dear father, she cried | |
Come down and open the door | |
Or the child in my arms, will perish and die | |
From the winds that blow across the wild moor | |
But her father was deaf to her cry | |
Not a sound of her voice, did he hear | |
So the watch dog did howl and the village bells tolled | |
And the wind blew across the wild moor | |
Oh, how the old man must have felt | |
When he came to the door, the next mornin' | |
And he found | |
Mary dead, but the child still alive | |
Closely grasping his dead mother' s arms | |
In grief the old man passed away | |
And the child to it' s mother went soon | |
And no one they say, lives there to this day | |
And the cottage to ruin has gone | |
But the villagers point out the spot | |
Where the willows grew over the door | |
Saying there | |
Mary died, once the gay village bride | |
From the wind that blow across the wild moor |
zuò cí : Turner | |
It was on one cold winter night | |
When the wind blew across the wild moor | |
When Mary came wandering home with her child | |
Till she came to her own father' s door | |
Father, dear father, she cried | |
Come down and open the door | |
Or the child in my arms, will perish and die | |
From the winds that blow across the wild moor | |
But her father was deaf to her cry | |
Not a sound of her voice, did he hear | |
So the watch dog did howl and the village bells tolled | |
And the wind blew across the wild moor | |
Oh, how the old man must have felt | |
When he came to the door, the next mornin' | |
And he found | |
Mary dead, but the child still alive | |
Closely grasping his dead mother' s arms | |
In grief the old man passed away | |
And the child to it' s mother went soon | |
And no one they say, lives there to this day | |
And the cottage to ruin has gone | |
But the villagers point out the spot | |
Where the willows grew over the door | |
Saying there | |
Mary died, once the gay village bride | |
From the wind that blow across the wild moor |