Song | He Lies in the American Land |
Artist | Pete Seeger |
Album | American Industrial Ballads |
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作曲 : Kovaly | |
Ah, my God what is this land of America? | |
So many people travelling there | |
I will go too for I am still young | |
God the Lord will grant me good luck there | |
You, my wife stay here 'til you hear from me | |
When you get my letter, put everything in order | |
Mount a raven black steed, a horse like the wind | |
Fly across the ocean to join me here | |
Ah, but when she arrived in this strange land | |
Here in McKeesport, this valley, this valley of fire | |
Only his grave, his blood did she find | |
Over it, bitterly she cried | |
Ah, my husband, what've you done to this family of yours? | |
What can you say to these children, to these children you've orphaned? | |
Tell them my wife not to wait, not to wait, not to wait for me | |
Tell them I lie here, in the American land |
zuo qu : Kovaly | |
Ah, my God what is this land of America? | |
So many people travelling there | |
I will go too for I am still young | |
God the Lord will grant me good luck there | |
You, my wife stay here ' til you hear from me | |
When you get my letter, put everything in order | |
Mount a raven black steed, a horse like the wind | |
Fly across the ocean to join me here | |
Ah, but when she arrived in this strange land | |
Here in McKeesport, this valley, this valley of fire | |
Only his grave, his blood did she find | |
Over it, bitterly she cried | |
Ah, my husband, what' ve you done to this family of yours? | |
What can you say to these children, to these children you' ve orphaned? | |
Tell them my wife not to wait, not to wait, not to wait for me | |
Tell them I lie here, in the American land |
zuò qǔ : Kovaly | |
Ah, my God what is this land of America? | |
So many people travelling there | |
I will go too for I am still young | |
God the Lord will grant me good luck there | |
You, my wife stay here ' til you hear from me | |
When you get my letter, put everything in order | |
Mount a raven black steed, a horse like the wind | |
Fly across the ocean to join me here | |
Ah, but when she arrived in this strange land | |
Here in McKeesport, this valley, this valley of fire | |
Only his grave, his blood did she find | |
Over it, bitterly she cried | |
Ah, my husband, what' ve you done to this family of yours? | |
What can you say to these children, to these children you' ve orphaned? | |
Tell them my wife not to wait, not to wait, not to wait for me | |
Tell them I lie here, in the American land |