歌曲 | Engine 143 |
歌手 | Joan Baez |
专辑 | Joan Baez, Vol. Ii |
作词 : Carter | |
Engine 143 | |
Along came the F15 the swiftest on the line | |
Running o'er the C&O road just twenty minutes behind | |
Running into Cevile head porters on the line | |
Receiving their strict orders from a station just behind | |
Georgie's mother came to him with a bucket on her arm | |
Saying my darling son be careful how you run | |
For many a man has lost his life in trying to make lost time | |
And if you run your engine right you'll get there just on time | |
Up the road he darted against the rocks he crushed | |
Upside down the engine turned and Georgie's breast did smash | |
His head was against the firebox door the flames are rolling high | |
I'm glad I was born for an engineer to die on the C&O road | |
The doctor said to Georgie my darling boy be still | |
Your life may yet be saved if it is God's blessed will | |
Oh no said George that will not do I want to die so free | |
I want to die for the engine I love one hundred and forty three | |
The doctor said to Georgie your life cannot be saved | |
Murdered upon a railroad and laid in a lonesome grave | |
His face was covered up with blood his eyes they could not see | |
And the very last words poor Georgie said was nearer my God to thee |
zuò cí : Carter | |
Engine 143 | |
Along came the F15 the swiftest on the line | |
Running o' er the C O road just twenty minutes behind | |
Running into Cevile head porters on the line | |
Receiving their strict orders from a station just behind | |
Georgie' s mother came to him with a bucket on her arm | |
Saying my darling son be careful how you run | |
For many a man has lost his life in trying to make lost time | |
And if you run your engine right you' ll get there just on time | |
Up the road he darted against the rocks he crushed | |
Upside down the engine turned and Georgie' s breast did smash | |
His head was against the firebox door the flames are rolling high | |
I' m glad I was born for an engineer to die on the C O road | |
The doctor said to Georgie my darling boy be still | |
Your life may yet be saved if it is God' s blessed will | |
Oh no said George that will not do I want to die so free | |
I want to die for the engine I love one hundred and forty three | |
The doctor said to Georgie your life cannot be saved | |
Murdered upon a railroad and laid in a lonesome grave | |
His face was covered up with blood his eyes they could not see | |
And the very last words poor Georgie said was nearer my God to thee |