《Pastures of Plenty》歌词

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

[00:00:01] Written by：Trad ArrGuthrie

[00:00:24] It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed

[00:00:30] My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road

[00:00:38] Out of your dust bowl and westward we rolled

[00:00:41] And your deserts were hot and your mountain was cold

[00:01:06] I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes

[00:01:11] Slept on the ground in the light of your moon

[00:01:16] On the edge of your city you'll see us and then

[00:01:20] We come with the dust and we go with the wind

[00:01:27] California and Arizona I make all your crops

[00:01:32] And it's north up to oregon to gather your hops

[00:01:36] Dig the beets from your ground cut the grapes from your vine

[00:01:40] To set on your table your light sparkling wine

[00:01:47] Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground

[00:01:50] From the grand coulee dam where the waters run down

[00:01:55] Every state in this union us migrants have been

[00:01:59] We'll work in this fight and we'll fight till we win

[00:02:05] It's always we rambled that river and I

[00:02:08] All along your green valley I'd work till I die

[00:02:13] My land I'll defend with my life if it be

[00:02:17] 'Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free