《Pastures Of Plenty》歌词

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

[00:00:01] Written by：Guthrie

[00:00:13] It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed

[00:00:23] My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road

[00:00:31] Out of your dust bowl and westward we rolled

[00:00:37] And your deserts were hot and your mountains were cold

[00:00:48] I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes

[00:00:55] I slept on the ground in the light of the moon

[00:01:02] On the edge of your city you'll see me and then

[00:01:06] I come with the dust and I go with the wind

[00:01:14] California Arizona I harvest all your crops

[00:01:19] And it's north up to oregon to gather your hops

[00:01:25] Dig the beets from your ground cut the grapes from your vine

[00:01:30] To set on your table your light sparkling wine

[00:01:39] Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground

[00:01:46] From the grand coulee dam where the waters run down

[00:01:53] Every state in the union us migrants have been

[00:01:57] The we'll work in this fight and we'll fight till we win

[00:02:06] It's always we rambled

[00:02:10] That river and I

[00:02:14] All along your green valley I will work till I die

[00:02:21] My land I'll defend with my life if it be

[00:02:25] 'Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free