Song | The Blind Child |
Artist | Levon Helm |
Album | Dirt Farmer |
作词 : Traditional | |
Oh father tonight they say you are, | |
To wed another bride, | |
That you will hold her in your arms, | |
Where my dear mother died. | |
They say her name is | |
Mary too, | |
The name my mother bore, | |
But Father is she kind and true, | |
Like the one we loved before. | |
And is her footstep soft and light, | |
Her voice so meek and mild, | |
And father do you think she'll love, | |
Your blind and helpless child. | |
Oh father do not bid me come, | |
To welcome your newmade bride, | |
I could not greet her in the room, | |
Where my dear mother died. | |
But when I've cried myself to sleep, | |
As I so often do, | |
Into my chamber you may creep, | |
My new made mama and you. | |
He turned away to leave the room, | |
A joyful cry was given, | |
He turned about and he knew at last, | |
His blind child had gone to | |
Heaven. They buried her by her mother's side, | |
And erected a marble square, | |
And there on the tomb these words do read, | |
She'll not be blind up there. |
zuò cí : Traditional | |
Oh father tonight they say you are, | |
To wed another bride, | |
That you will hold her in your arms, | |
Where my dear mother died. | |
They say her name is | |
Mary too, | |
The name my mother bore, | |
But Father is she kind and true, | |
Like the one we loved before. | |
And is her footstep soft and light, | |
Her voice so meek and mild, | |
And father do you think she' ll love, | |
Your blind and helpless child. | |
Oh father do not bid me come, | |
To welcome your newmade bride, | |
I could not greet her in the room, | |
Where my dear mother died. | |
But when I' ve cried myself to sleep, | |
As I so often do, | |
Into my chamber you may creep, | |
My new made mama and you. | |
He turned away to leave the room, | |
A joyful cry was given, | |
He turned about and he knew at last, | |
His blind child had gone to | |
Heaven. They buried her by her mother' s side, | |
And erected a marble square, | |
And there on the tomb these words do read, | |
She' ll not be blind up there. |