North Country Blues
Artist：bob dylan
Songs Title：north country blues
Come gather round friends
And Ill tell you a tale
Of when the red iron pits 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 are grown
But 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.
til one day my brother
Failed to come home
The same as my father before him.
Well a long winters wait,
From the window I watched.
My friends they couldnt 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 days shift with no reason.
Then the shaft was soon shut
And more work was cut,
And the fire in the air, it felt frozen.
til 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 aint worth digging.
That its 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.
Where 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 mornings wake,
The bed it was bare,
And I was left alone with three children.
The summer is gone,
The grounds turning cold,
The stores one by one theyre a-foldin.
My children will go
As soon as they grow.
Well, there aint nothing here now to hold them.
North Country BluesLRC歌词
[00:01.00]Artist：bob dylan
[00:01.82]Songs Title：north country blues
[00:03.25]
[00:05.07]Come gather round friends
[00:07.26]And Ill tell you a tale
[00:10.56]
[00:11.31]Of when the red iron pits ran plenty.
[00:13.49]
[00:16.60]But the cardboard filled windows
[00:19.29]And old men on the benches
[00:21.28]
[00:22.54]Tell you now that the whole town is empty.
[00:26.10]
[00:30.85]In the north end of town,
[00:32.73]My own children are grown
[00:35.23]
[00:37.16]But I was raised on the other.
[00:42.51]
[00:43.51]In the wee hours of youth,
[00:46.26]My mother took sick
[00:48.93]
[00:50.85]And I was brought up by my brother.
[00:57.01]The iron ore poured
[00:58.88]As the years passed the door,
[01:03.83]The drag lines an the shovels they was a-humming.
[01:07.21]
[01:08.33]til one day my brother
[01:11.90]Failed to come home
[01:15.29]The same as my father before him.
[01:19.41]
[01:22.60]Well a long winters wait,
[01:25.26]From the window I watched.
[01:27.94]
[01:29.95]My friends they couldnt have been kinder.
[01:34.99]And my schooling was cut
[01:36.56]As I quit in the spring
[01:40.06]
[01:41.62]To marry john thomas, a miner.
[01:44.37]
[01:48.79]Oh the years passed again
[01:50.48]And the givin was good,
[01:52.23]
[01:55.31]With the lunch bucket filled every season.
[02:01.22]What with three babies born,
[02:03.40]The work was cut down
[02:06.48]
[02:07.72]To a half a days shift with no reason.
[02:10.44]
[02:15.09]Then the shaft was soon shut
[02:17.27]And more work was cut,
[02:21.67]And the fire in the air, it felt frozen.
[02:27.26]
[02:27.76]til a man come to speak
[02:30.13]And he said in one week
[02:31.74]
[02:34.63]That number eleven was closin.
[02:36.56]
[02:42.74]They complained in the east,
[02:44.68]
[02:45.31]They are paying too high.
[02:46.43]
[02:49.63]They say that your ore aint worth digging.
[02:51.88]
[02:55.88]That its much cheaper down
[02:58.24]In the south american towns
[03:00.52]
[03:02.84]Where the miners work almost for nothing.
[03:04.71]
[03:11.47]So the mining gates locked
[03:13.52]And the red iron rotted
[03:14.71]
[03:17.78]And the room smelled heavy from drinking.
[03:21.21]
[03:24.09]Where the sad, silent song
[03:25.71]
[03:26.28]Made the hour twice as long
[03:27.71]
[03:31.09]As I waited for the sun to go sinking.
[03:33.02]
[03:37.53]I lived by the window
[03:39.34]As he talked to himself,
[03:40.34]
[03:43.97]This silence of tongues it was building.
[03:45.90]
[03:49.96]Then one mornings wake,
[03:52.27]The bed it was bare,
[03:53.27]
[03:57.49]And I was left alone with three children.
[03:59.06]
[04:03.75]The summer is gone,
[04:05.19]The grounds turning cold,
[04:06.25]
[04:09.88]The stores one by one theyre a-foldin.
[04:11.88]
[04:16.13]My children will go
[04:17.63]
[04:18.49]As soon as they grow.
[04:19.63]
[04:23.63]Well, there aint nothing here now to hold them.
