《The Village Blacksmith》歌词

[00:00:00] The Village Blacksmith - Peter Dawson

[00:00:10] Under a spreading chestnut tree

[00:00:13] The village smithy stands;

[00:00:18] The smith a mighty man is he

[00:00:22] With large and sinewy hands;

[00:00:26] And the muscles of his brawney arms

[00:00:31] Are strong as iron bands

[00:00:35] His hair is crisp and black and long

[00:00:40] His face is like the tan;

[00:00:44] His brow is wet with honest sweat

[00:00:49] He earns what'er he can

[00:00:53] And looks the whole word in the face

[00:00:58] For he owes not any man

[00:01:14] Week in week out from morn till night

[00:01:20] You can hear his bellows blow;

[00:01:24] You can hear his strike heavy sledge

[00:01:29] He bellow beat blow and slow

[00:01:35] Like a sexton ringing the village bell

[00:01:40] When the evening sun is low

[00:01:45] And children coming home from school

[00:01:50] Look in at the open door;

[00:01:55] They love to see the flaming forge

[00:01:59] And hear the bellows roar

[00:02:03] And catch the flaming sparks that fly

[00:02:08] Like chaff from a threshing floor

[00:02:24] He goes on Sunday to the church

[00:02:30] And sits among his boys;

[00:02:36] He hears the parson pray and preach

[00:02:42] He hears his daughter's voice

[00:02:48] Singing in the choir

[00:02:51] While it sounded to make his heart rejoice

[00:02:59] It sounds to him like his mother's voice

[00:03:06] Singing in Paradise

[00:03:11] He needs must think of her once more

[00:03:16] How in the grave she lies;

[00:03:23] And with his hard rough hands he wipes

[00:03:30] A tear out of his eyes

[00:03:38] Toiing rejoicing sorrowing

[00:03:42] Onward in life he goes;

[00:03:46] Each morning sees some task begin

[00:03:50] Each evening sees it close;

[00:03:53] Something attempted something done

[00:03:58] Has earned his night's repose