《North Country Blues》歌词

[00:00:01] Artist：bob dylan

[00:00:01] Songs Title：north country blues

[00:00:05] Come gather round friends

[00:00:07] And Ill tell you a tale

[00:00:11] Of when the red iron pits ran plenty

[00:00:16] But the cardboard filled windows

[00:00:19] And old men on the benches

[00:00:22] Tell you now that the whole town is empty

[00:00:30] In the north end of town

[00:00:32] My own children are grown

[00:00:37] But I was raised on the other

[00:00:43] In the wee hours of youth

[00:00:46] My mother took sick

[00:00:50] And I was brought up by my brother

[00:00:57] The iron ore poured

[00:00:58] As the years passed the door

[00:01:03] The drag lines an the shovels they was a-humming

[00:01:08] Til one day my brother

[00:01:11] Failed to come home

[00:01:15] The same as my father before him

[00:01:22] Well a long winters wait

[00:01:25] From the window I watched

[00:01:29] My friends they couldnt have been kinder

[00:01:34] And my schooling was cut

[00:01:36] As I quit in the spring

[00:01:41] To marry john thomas a miner

[00:01:48] Oh the years passed again

[00:01:50] And the givin was good

[00:01:55] With the lunch bucket filled every season

[00:02:01] What with three babies born

[00:02:03] The work was cut down

[00:02:07] To a half a days shift with no reason

[00:02:15] Then the shaft was soon shut

[00:02:17] And more work was cut

[00:02:21] And the fire in the air it felt frozen

[00:02:27] Til a man come to speak

[00:02:30] And he said in one week

[00:02:34] That number eleven was closin

[00:02:42] They complained in the east

[00:02:45] They are paying too high

[00:02:49] They say that your ore aint worth digging

[00:02:55] That its much cheaper down

[00:02:58] In the south american towns

[00:03:02] Where the miners work almost for nothing

[00:03:11] So the mining gates locked

[00:03:13] And the red iron rotted

[00:03:17] And the room smelled heavy from drinking

[00:03:24] Where the sad silent song

[00:03:26] Made the hour twice as long

[00:03:31] As I waited for the sun to go sinking

[00:03:37] I lived by the window

[00:03:39] As he talked to himself

[00:03:43] This silence of tongues it was building

[00:03:49] Then one mornings wake

[00:03:52] The bed it was bare

[00:03:57] And is left alone with three children

[00:04:03] The summer is gone

[00:04:05] The grounds turning cold

[00:04:09] The stores one by one theyre a-foldin

[00:04:16] My children will go

[00:04:18] As soon as they grow

[00:04:23] Well there aint nothing here now to hold them