作词 : Bob Dylan 作曲 : Bob Dylan Come gather 'round friends
And I'll tell you a tale
Of when the red iron armpits ran plenty
But the cardboard filled windows
And old men on the benches
Tell you now that the whole town is empty
In the north end of town
My own children have grown
Well I was raised on the other
In the wee hours of youth
My mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured
As the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was a-humming
Till one day my brother
Failed to come home
The same as my father before him
Well a long winter's wait
From the window I watched
My friends they couldn't have been kinder
And my schooling was cut
As I quit in the spring
To marry John Thomas, a miner
Oh the years passed again
And the givin' was good
With the lunch bucket filled every season
What with three babies born
The work was cut down
To a half a day's shift with no reason
Then the shaft was soon shut
And more work was cut
And the fire in the air, it felt frozen
Till a man come to speak
And he said in one week
That number eleven was closin'
They complained, in the east
They are paying too high
They say that your ore ain't worth digging
That it's much cheaper down
In the South American towns
Where the miners work almost for nothing
So the mining gates locked
And the red iron rotted
And the room smelled heavy from drinking
And the sad, silent song
Made the hour twice as long
As I waited for the sun to go sinking
I lived by the window
As he talked to himself
This silence of tongues it was building
Then one morning's wake
The bed it was bare
And I was left alone with three children
The summer is gone
The ground's turning cold
The stores one by one they're a foldin'
My children will go
As soon as they grow
Well, there ain't nothing here now to hold them
[00:00.000] 作词 : Bob Dylan [00:01.000] 作曲 : Bob Dylan [00:04.27]Come gather 'round friends [00:06.70] [00:09.55]And I'll tell you a tale [00:11.47] [00:12.29]Of when the red iron armpits ran plenty [00:16.00] [00:16.15]But the cardboard filled windows [00:18.47] [00:18.47]And old men on the benches [00:21.37] [00:21.77]Tell you now that the whole town is empty [00:26.84] [00:27.48]In the north end of town [00:32.73] [00:33.29]My own children have grown [00:36.78] [00:36.78]Well I was raised on the other [00:42.85] [00:42.89]In the wee hours of youth [00:45.89] [00:45.89]My mother took sick [00:50.19] [00:50.67]And I was brought up by my brother [00:53.84] [00:56.07]The iron ore poured [00:57.22] [00:57.87]As the years passed the door [01:00.80] [01:02.48]The drag lines an' the shovels they was a-humming [01:03.71] [01:07.52]Till one day my brother [01:08.72] [01:10.42]Failed to come home [01:12.27] [01:14.52]The same as my father before him [01:17.92] [01:21.99]Well a long winter's wait [01:23.46] [01:24.14]From the window I watched [01:25.77] [01:28.15]My friends they couldn't have been kinder [01:28.20] [01:33.13]And my schooling was cut [01:36.05] [01:36.61]As I quit in the spring [01:37.99] [01:40.59]To marry John Thomas, a miner [01:42.04] [01:42.75]Oh the years passed again [01:48.71] [01:49.52]And the givin' was good [01:51.75] [01:53.08]With the lunch bucket filled every season [01:55.20] [02:00.95]What with three babies born [02:01.93] [02:02.61]The work was cut down [02:03.62] [02:07.23]To a half a day's shift with no reason [02:09.17] [02:14.36]Then the shaft was soon shut [02:16.55] [02:16.70]And more work was cut [02:17.98] [02:20.19]And the fire in the air, it felt frozen [02:22.27] [02:26.45]Till a man come to speak [02:30.31] [02:32.75]And he said in one week [02:34.57] [02:34.99]That number eleven was closin' [02:36.73] [02:42.96]They complained, in the east [02:43.83] [02:44.60]They are paying too high [02:46.20] [02:49.60]They say that your ore ain't worth digging [02:49.72] [02:54.32]That it's much cheaper down [02:55.09] [02:56.62]In the South American towns [03:00.83] [03:01.28]Where the miners work almost for nothing [03:02.58] [03:09.78]So the mining gates locked [03:10.69] [03:11.31]And the red iron rotted [03:13.60] [03:17.83]And the room smelled heavy from drinking [03:18.29] [03:22.34]And the sad, silent song [03:22.95] [03:23.82]Made the hour twice as long [03:25.91] [03:30.18]As I waited for the sun to go sinking [03:32.09] [03:36.54]I lived by the window [03:37.26] [03:38.83]As he talked to himself [03:39.63] [03:43.00]This silence of tongues it was building [03:43.63] [03:46.13]Then one morning's wake [03:51.13] [03:52.09]The bed it was bare [03:56.25] [03:57.28]And I was left alone with three children [04:01.69] [04:02.65]The summer is gone [04:07.28] [04:07.28]The ground's turning cold [04:08.24] [04:08.84]The stores one by one they're a foldin' [04:10.64] [04:14.49]My children will go [04:15.11] [04:16.74]As soon as they grow [04:17.76] [04:21.62]Well, there ain't nothing here now to hold them [04:25.33]
