Song | Shanty Man's Life |
Artist | Mark Lanegan |
Album | I'll Take Care of You |
作词 : Paulus | |
Steven harrison paulus | |
*note:it has been said that the version | |
Of this song done by dave van ronk is the one | |
That inspired lanegan to record it. | |
A shanty man's life | |
Is a wearisome one | |
Though some say it's free from care | |
It's the swinging of an axe | |
From morning 'till night | |
In the forest wild and drear | |
Transported as we are | |
From a lady so fair | |
To the banks of some lonely stream | |
Where the wolf, bear, and owl | |
Give a terrifying howl | |
And disturb our nightly dreams | |
Oh sleeping at night | |
In our bunks without cheer | |
While the cold winter winds do blow | |
But as soon as the morning | |
Star does appear | |
To the wild woods we must go | |
Had we ale, wine, or beer | |
Our spirits far to cheer | |
When we're in those woods so wild | |
Where a glass of whiskey shone | |
When we're in the woods alone | |
For to pass away our long exile | |
A shanty man's life | |
Is a wearisome one | |
Tho some say it's free from care | |
It's the swinging of an axe | |
From morning 'till night | |
In the forest wild and drear |
zuò cí : Paulus | |
Steven harrison paulus | |
note: it has been said that the version | |
Of this song done by dave van ronk is the one | |
That inspired lanegan to record it. | |
A shanty man' s life | |
Is a wearisome one | |
Though some say it' s free from care | |
It' s the swinging of an axe | |
From morning ' till night | |
In the forest wild and drear | |
Transported as we are | |
From a lady so fair | |
To the banks of some lonely stream | |
Where the wolf, bear, and owl | |
Give a terrifying howl | |
And disturb our nightly dreams | |
Oh sleeping at night | |
In our bunks without cheer | |
While the cold winter winds do blow | |
But as soon as the morning | |
Star does appear | |
To the wild woods we must go | |
Had we ale, wine, or beer | |
Our spirits far to cheer | |
When we' re in those woods so wild | |
Where a glass of whiskey shone | |
When we' re in the woods alone | |
For to pass away our long exile | |
A shanty man' s life | |
Is a wearisome one | |
Tho some say it' s free from care | |
It' s the swinging of an axe | |
From morning ' till night | |
In the forest wild and drear |