《Old Bog Road》歌词

[00:00:00] Old Bog Road - The Green Cross Show Band/Seamus Donnelly

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

[00:00:13] This blessed harvest morn'

[00:00:17] And oh the ache thats in my heart

[00:00:22] For the spot where I was born

[00:00:27] My weary hands are blistered

[00:00:31] Through work in cold and heat

[00:00:35] And oh to swing a scythe today

[00:00:40] Through a field of Irish wheat

[00:00:44] Had I the chance to wander back'

[00:00:49] Or own a kings abode

[00:00:53] Id sooner see the hawthorn tree

[00:00:58] By the Old Bog Road

[00:01:11] My mother died last springtime'

[00:01:16] When Erins fields were green

[00:01:20] The neighbours said her waking

[00:01:24] Was the finest ever seen

[00:01:29] There were snowdrops and primroses

[00:01:33] Piled high beside her bed'

[00:01:38] And Ferns Church was crowded

[00:01:42] When her funeral Mass was read

[00:01:46] And here was I on Broadway

[00:01:51] A-building bricks per load

[00:01:55] When they carried out her coffin

[00:01:59] Down the old Bog Road

[00:02:13] That's lifes a weary puzzle'

[00:02:18] Past finding out by man'

[00:02:22] I'll take the day for what its worth

[00:02:27] And do the best I can

[00:02:31] Since no one cares a rush for me

[00:02:35] What need to make come moan'

[00:02:40] I'll go my way and draw my pay

[00:02:44] And smoke my pipe alone

[00:02:49] Each human heart must bear its grief

[00:02:53] Though bitter be the bode

[00:02:57] So God be with you' Ireland'

[00:03:02] And the Old Bog Road