Old Bog Road (1992 Digital Remaster)-Josef Locke & Orchestra

歌手 : Josef Locke & Orchestra

专辑 : The EMI Recordings 1947-1955

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:01

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TXT Old Bog Road (1992 Digital Remaster)-Josef Locke & Orchestra 文本歌词

Old Bog Road (1992 Digital Remaster) - Josef Locke & Orchestra

My feet are here on Broadway

This blessed harvest morn

And oh the ache that's in them

For the lpot where I was born

My weary hands are blistered

Through work in cold and heat

And oh to swingscythe today

Through a field of Irish wheat

Had I the chance to wander back

Or own a kings abode

I'd sooner see the hawthorn tree

By the Old Bog Road

My mother died last springtime'

When Erins fields were green

The neighbours said her waking

Was the finest ever seen

There were snowdrops and primroses

Piled high beside her bed'

And Ferns Church was crowded

When her funeral Mass was read

And here was I on Broadway

A-building bricks per load

When they carried out her coffin

Down the old Bog Road

And lifes a weary puzzle'

Past finding out by man'

I'll take the day for what it's worth

And do the best I can

Since no one cares a rush for me

What need to make come moan'

I'll go my way and draw my pay

And smoke my pipe alone

Each human heart must bear its grief

Though bitter be the lode

So God be with you' Ireland'

And the Old Bog Road