《Around The Boree Log》歌词

[00:00:00] Around The Boree Log - Stuart Maunder/Rum Corps Orchestra/Brett Weymark

[00:00:19] Oh stick me in the old caboose this night of wind and rain

[00:00:23] And let the doves of fancy loose to bill and coo again

[00:00:27] I want to feel the pulse of love that warmed the blood like wine

[00:00:31] I want to see the smile above this kind old land of mine

[00:00:39] So come you by your parted ways that wind the wide world through

[00:00:43] And make a ring around the blaze the way we used to do

[00:00:47] The fountain on the sooted crane will sing the old old song

[00:00:51] Of common joys in homely vein forgotten ah too long

[00:00:55] The years have turned the rusted key and time is on the jog

[00:00:59] Yet spend another night with me around the boree log

[00:01:15] Now someone driving through the rain will happen in I bet

[00:01:19] So fill the fountain up again and leave the table set

[00:01:23] For this was ours with pride to say and all the world defy

[00:01:27] No stranger ever turned away no neighbour passed us by

[00:01:35] Bedad he'll have to stay the night; the rain is going to pour

[00:01:39] So make the rattling windows tight and close the kitchen door

[00:01:43] And bring the old lopsided chair the tattered cushion too

[00:01:47] We'll make the stranger happy there the way we used to do

[00:01:51] The years have turned the rusted key and time is on the jog

[00:01:55] Yet spend another night with me around the boree log

[00:02:08] He'll fill his pipe and good and well and all aglow within

[00:02:14] We'll hear the news he has to tell the yarns he has to spin

[00:02:22] Yarns-yes and super-yarns forsooth to set the eyes agog

[00:02:30] And freeze the blood of trusting youth around the boree log

[00:02:43] Then stir it up and make it burn; the poker's next to you

[00:02:48] Come let us poke it all in turn the way we used to do

[00:02:52] There's many a memory bright and fair will tingle at a name

[00:02:56] But leave unstirred the embers there we cannot fan to flame

[00:03:03] For years have turned the rusted key and time is on the jog

[00:03:09] Still spend this fleeting night with me around the boree log