《Orphans Of Wealth》歌词

[00:00:00] Orphans Of Wealth - Don McLean (唐·麦克林)

[00:00:06] There is no time to discuss or debate

[00:00:11] What is right what is wrong for our people

[00:00:18] Time has run out for all those who wait

[00:00:24] With bent limbs and minds that are feeble

[00:00:29] And the rain falls and blows through their window

[00:00:35] And the snow falls and blows through their door

[00:00:42] And the seasons revolve mid their sounds of starvation

[00:00:48] When the tides rise they cover the floor

[00:00:55] They come from the north and they come from the south

[00:01:01] And they come from the hills and the valleys

[00:01:07] And they＇re migrants and farmers and miners and humans

[00:01:13] Our census neglected to tally

[00:01:19] And the rain falls and blows through their window

[00:01:25] And the rain falls and it blows through their door

[00:01:31] And the seasons revolve mid their sounds of starvation

[00:01:37] When the tides rise they cover the floor

[00:01:45] And they′re African Mexican Caucasian Indian

[00:01:51] Hungry and hopeless Americans

[00:01:57] The orphans of wealth and of adequate health

[00:02:03] Disowned by this nation they live in

[00:02:08] And with weather worn hands on bread lines they stand

[00:02:15] Yet but one more degradation

[00:02:20] And they＇re treated like tramps while we sell them food stamps

[00:02:27] This thriving and prosperous nation

[00:02:33] And the rain falls and blows through their window

[00:02:39] And the snow falls and blows through their door

[00:02:45] And the seasons revolve mid their sounds of starvation

[00:02:51] When the tides rise they cover the floor

[00:02:59] And with roaches and rickets and rats in the thickets

[00:03:05] Infested diseased and decaying

[00:03:11] With rags and no shoes and skin sores that ooze

[00:03:17] By the poisonous pools they are playing

[00:03:23] In shacks of two rooms that are rotting wood tombs

[00:03:29] With corpses breathing inside them

[00:03:34] And we pity their plight as they call in the night

[00:03:40] And we do all that we can do to hide them

[00:03:50] And the rain falls and blows through their window

[00:03:54] And the snow falls in white drifts that fold

[00:04:01] And the tides rise with floods in the nursery

[00:04:07] And a child is crying he＇s hungry and cold

[00:04:13] His life has been sold his young face looks old

[00:04:18] It＇s the face of America dying