《Pastures of Plenty》歌词

[00:00:00] Pastures of Plenty - Woody Guthrie

[00:00:25] It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed

[00:00:31] My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road

[00:00:39] Out of your Dust Bowl and Westward we rolled

[00:00:42] And your deserts were hot

[00:00:44] And your mountains were cold

[00:01:07] I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes

[00:01:12] I slept on the ground in the light of the moon

[00:01:18] On the edge of the city you'll see us and then

[00:01:21] We come with the dust and we go with the wind

[00:01:28] California Arizona I harvest your crops

[00:01:33] Well it's North up to Oregon to gather your hops

[00:01:38] Dig the beets from your ground

[00:01:39] Cut the grapes from your vine

[00:01:41] To set on your table your light sparkling wine

[00:01:48] Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground

[00:01:52] From the Grand Coulee Dam

[00:01:53] Where the waters run down

[00:01:56] Every state in the Union us migrants have been

[00:02:01] We'll work in this fight and we'll fight till we win

[00:02:06] It's always we rambled that river and I

[00:02:09] All along your green valley I will work till I die

[00:02:14] My land I'll defend with my life if it be

[00:02:18] Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free