《Pastures of Plenty》歌词

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

[00:00:01] Written by：Guthrie

[00:00:23] It's a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed

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

[00:00:37] Out of your dust bowl and westward we rolled

[00:00:41] And your desert was hot and your mountains 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

[00:01:26] California and Arizona I make all your crops

[00:01:31] And it's north up to Oregon to gather your hops

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

[00:01:37] Cut the grapes from your vine

[00:01:39] To set on your table your light sparkling wine

[00:01:46] Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground

[00:01:50] From the grand coulee dam where the water runs down

[00:01:54] Ever state in this union us migrants have been

[00:01:58] We'll work in this fight and

[00:02:00] We'll fight till we win

[00:02:04] Well it's always we rambled that river and I

[00:02:07] All along your green valley I work till I die

[00:02:12] My land I'll defend with my life if it be

[00:02:16] 'Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free