《Old Bog Road》歌词

[00:00:00] Old Bog Road - Shannon Singers

[00:00:09] My feet are here on broadway

[00:00:12] This blessed harvest morn

[00:00:16] But oh the ache that's in me

[00:00:20] For the spot where I was born

[00:00:24] My weary hands are blistered

[00:00:28] Through work in cold and heat

[00:00:33] And oh to swing a scythe

[00:00:37] Through a field of irish wheat

[00:00:41] Had I the chance to wander back

[00:00:45] Or own a king's abode

[00:00:49] I'd sooner see the hawthorn tree

[00:00:53] By the old bog road

[00:00:57] My mother died last springtime

[00:01:01] When erin's fields were green

[00:01:05] The neighbours said her waking

[00:01:09] Was the finest ever seen

[00:01:13] There were snowdrops and primroses

[00:01:17] Piled high above her bed

[00:01:21] And ferns church was crowded

[00:01:25] When her funeral mass was read

[00:01:29] And here was I on broadway

[00:01:33] A building bricks per load

[00:01:37] When they carried out her coffin

[00:01:41] Down the old bog road

[00:02:10] Ah life's a weary puzzle

[00:02:13] Past finding out by man

[00:02:17] I'll take the day for what it's worth

[00:02:22] And do the best I can

[00:02:26] Since no one cares a rush for me

[00:02:30] What need is there to moan

[00:02:34] So God be with you Ireland

[00:02:38] And the old bog road