Song | Harvest Gypsies |
Artist | Kris Drever |
Album | Black Water |
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[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Hewerdine |
[00:15.58] | In October we will come |
[00:18.58] | A hundred and fifty thousand strong |
[00:22.58] | When the picking's over we'll be gone |
[00:26.58] | They call us the harvest gypsies |
[00:30.58] | We only come because we must |
[00:34.58] | We are driven here by dust |
[00:37.58] | And they won't even look at us |
[00:41.58] | They call us the harvest gypsies |
[00:37.58] | There's apricots in Santa Clare |
[00:48.58] | Kern County they have apples there |
[00:52.58] | And grapes they're growing everywhere |
[00:55.58] | All for the harvest gypsies |
[01:18.58] | In a walnut grove I met a man |
[01:22.58] | Who lost a child before San Fran |
[01:26.58] | We're strangers they don't understand |
[01:29.58] | We are the harvest gypsies |
[01:33.58] | The hardest that it's ever been |
[01:36.58] | I sold my blankets for gasoline |
[01:41.58] | And it's only hunger I have seen |
[01:44.58] | Now I'm a harvest gypsy |
[01:48.58] | And the gondolas and railway lines |
[01:53.58] | Filled with men when it is time |
[01:55.58] | Drawn by the orange and the lime |
[01:59.58] | All harvest gypsies |
[02:20.58] | They hate it when their taxes rise |
[02:24.58] | And the squatter camps that they despise |
[02:27.58] | Without us they would rot and die |
[02:32.58] | Without the harvest gypsies |
[02:36.58] | And the Holbrooks we were farming men |
[02:39.58] | And I dream one day we will again |
[02:42.58] | To miss the soil's a curious pain |
[02:46.58] | When you're a harvest gypsy |
Instrumental | |
Instrumental | |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Hewerdine |
[00:15.58] | In October we will come |
[00:18.58] | A hundred and fifty thousand strong |
[00:22.58] | When the picking' s over we' ll be gone |
[00:26.58] | They call us the harvest gypsies |
[00:30.58] | We only come because we must |
[00:34.58] | We are driven here by dust |
[00:37.58] | And they won' t even look at us |
[00:41.58] | They call us the harvest gypsies |
[00:37.58] | There' s apricots in Santa Clare |
[00:48.58] | Kern County they have apples there |
[00:52.58] | And grapes they' re growing everywhere |
[00:55.58] | All for the harvest gypsies |
[01:18.58] | In a walnut grove I met a man |
[01:22.58] | Who lost a child before San Fran |
[01:26.58] | We' re strangers they don' t understand |
[01:29.58] | We are the harvest gypsies |
[01:33.58] | The hardest that it' s ever been |
[01:36.58] | I sold my blankets for gasoline |
[01:41.58] | And it' s only hunger I have seen |
[01:44.58] | Now I' m a harvest gypsy |
[01:48.58] | And the gondolas and railway lines |
[01:53.58] | Filled with men when it is time |
[01:55.58] | Drawn by the orange and the lime |
[01:59.58] | All harvest gypsies |
[02:20.58] | They hate it when their taxes rise |
[02:24.58] | And the squatter camps that they despise |
[02:27.58] | Without us they would rot and die |
[02:32.58] | Without the harvest gypsies |
[02:36.58] | And the Holbrooks we were farming men |
[02:39.58] | And I dream one day we will again |
[02:42.58] | To miss the soil' s a curious pain |
[02:46.58] | When you' re a harvest gypsy |
Instrumental | |
Instrumental | |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Hewerdine |
[00:15.58] | In October we will come |
[00:18.58] | A hundred and fifty thousand strong |
[00:22.58] | When the picking' s over we' ll be gone |
[00:26.58] | They call us the harvest gypsies |
[00:30.58] | We only come because we must |
[00:34.58] | We are driven here by dust |
[00:37.58] | And they won' t even look at us |
[00:41.58] | They call us the harvest gypsies |
[00:37.58] | There' s apricots in Santa Clare |
[00:48.58] | Kern County they have apples there |
[00:52.58] | And grapes they' re growing everywhere |
[00:55.58] | All for the harvest gypsies |
[01:18.58] | In a walnut grove I met a man |
[01:22.58] | Who lost a child before San Fran |
[01:26.58] | We' re strangers they don' t understand |
[01:29.58] | We are the harvest gypsies |
[01:33.58] | The hardest that it' s ever been |
[01:36.58] | I sold my blankets for gasoline |
[01:41.58] | And it' s only hunger I have seen |
[01:44.58] | Now I' m a harvest gypsy |
[01:48.58] | And the gondolas and railway lines |
[01:53.58] | Filled with men when it is time |
[01:55.58] | Drawn by the orange and the lime |
[01:59.58] | All harvest gypsies |
[02:20.58] | They hate it when their taxes rise |
[02:24.58] | And the squatter camps that they despise |
[02:27.58] | Without us they would rot and die |
[02:32.58] | Without the harvest gypsies |
[02:36.58] | And the Holbrooks we were farming men |
[02:39.58] | And I dream one day we will again |
[02:42.58] | To miss the soil' s a curious pain |
[02:46.58] | When you' re a harvest gypsy |