Song | Utah Carol |
Artist | Marty Robbins |
Album | Gunfighter Ballads And Trail Songs |
作词 : Traditional | |
And now, my friends, you've asked me what makes me sad and still | |
And why my brow is darkened like the clouds upon the hill | |
Run in your ponies closer and | |
I'll tell to you my tale | |
Of Utah Carol my partner and his last ride on the trail | |
We rode the range together and rode it side by side | |
I loved him like a brother and | |
I wept when | |
Utah diedWe were rounding up one morning when work was almost done | |
When on his side the cattle started on a frightened run | |
Underneath the saddle that the boss's daughter rode | |
Utah, that very morning had placed a bright red robe | |
So, the saddle might ride easy for | |
Lenore, his little friend | |
And it was this red blanket that brought him to his end | |
The blanket was now dragging behind her on the ground | |
The frightened cattle saw it and charged it with a bound | |
Lenore then saw her danger and turned her pony's face | |
And leaning in the saddle tied the blanket to its place | |
But in leaning lost her balance, fell in front of that wild tide"Lay still Lenore, I'm coming", were the words that | |
Utah cried | |
His faithful pony saw her and reached her in a bound | |
I thought he'd been successful and raised her from the ground | |
But the weight upon the saddle had not been felt before | |
His back cinch snapped like thunder and he fell by | |
LenorePicking up the blanket he swung it over his head | |
And started cross the prairie, "Lay still Lenore" he said | |
When he got the stampede turned and saved | |
Lenore his friend | |
He turned to face the cattle and meet his fatal end | |
His six gun flashed like lightning, the report rang loud and clear | |
As the cattle rushed and killed him he dropped the leading steer | |
On his funeral morning, | |
I heard the preacher say | |
I hope we'll all meet | |
Utah at the roundup far away | |
Then they wrapped him in a blanket that saved his little friend | |
And it was this red blanket that brought him to his end |
zuò cí : Traditional | |
And now, my friends, you' ve asked me what makes me sad and still | |
And why my brow is darkened like the clouds upon the hill | |
Run in your ponies closer and | |
I' ll tell to you my tale | |
Of Utah Carol my partner and his last ride on the trail | |
We rode the range together and rode it side by side | |
I loved him like a brother and | |
I wept when | |
Utah diedWe were rounding up one morning when work was almost done | |
When on his side the cattle started on a frightened run | |
Underneath the saddle that the boss' s daughter rode | |
Utah, that very morning had placed a bright red robe | |
So, the saddle might ride easy for | |
Lenore, his little friend | |
And it was this red blanket that brought him to his end | |
The blanket was now dragging behind her on the ground | |
The frightened cattle saw it and charged it with a bound | |
Lenore then saw her danger and turned her pony' s face | |
And leaning in the saddle tied the blanket to its place | |
But in leaning lost her balance, fell in front of that wild tide" Lay still Lenore, I' m coming", were the words that | |
Utah cried | |
His faithful pony saw her and reached her in a bound | |
I thought he' d been successful and raised her from the ground | |
But the weight upon the saddle had not been felt before | |
His back cinch snapped like thunder and he fell by | |
LenorePicking up the blanket he swung it over his head | |
And started cross the prairie, " Lay still Lenore" he said | |
When he got the stampede turned and saved | |
Lenore his friend | |
He turned to face the cattle and meet his fatal end | |
His six gun flashed like lightning, the report rang loud and clear | |
As the cattle rushed and killed him he dropped the leading steer | |
On his funeral morning, | |
I heard the preacher say | |
I hope we' ll all meet | |
Utah at the roundup far away | |
Then they wrapped him in a blanket that saved his little friend | |
And it was this red blanket that brought him to his end |