The Ballad of the Harp Weaver-Johnny Cash

[ti:The Ballad of the Harp Weaver] [ar:Johnny Cash] [al:The Classic Albums Collection] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The Ballad of the Harp Weaver - Johnny Cash (约翰尼·卡什) [00:03.73]Son said my mother when I was knee high [00:06.56] [00:07.76]You need of clothes to cover you and not a rag have I [00:11.41] [00:13.24]There's nothing in the house to make a boy's britches [00:15.57] [00:16.87]Nor shears to cut a cloth with nor thread to take stitches [00:19.82] [00:21.68]There's nothing in the house but a leaf end of rye [00:24.02] [00:24.86]And the harp with a with the woman's head nobody will by and she began to cry [00:31.43] [00:34.25]That was in the early fall and when came the late fall [00:37.65] [00:38.70]Son she said the sight of you makes your mother's blood crawl [00:41.85] [00:42.43]Little skinny shoulder blades stickin' through your clothes [00:44.86] [00:46.37]And where you get a jacket from God above knows [00:49.53] [00:51.65]It's lucky for me lad your daddy's in the ground [00:53.77] [00:54.62]And can't see the way I let his son go around and she made a queer sound [00:59.86] [01:02.27]That was in the late fall when the winter came [01:05.13] [01:06.41]I'd not a pair of bridges nor a shirt to my name [01:08.72] [01:10.24]I couldn't go to school or out of doors to play [01:12.91] [01:14.46]And all the other little boys passed our way [01:17.14] [01:18.86]Son said my mother come climb into my lap [01:21.39]And I'll chave your little knees while you take a nap [01:24.55]And oh but we were silly for half an hour or more [01:27.38] [01:27.94]Me with my long legs draggin' on the floor [01:30.26] [01:30.88]I rocked rocked rocked to a mother goose rhyme [01:33.51] [01:34.39]Oh but we were happy for half an hour's time [01:38.33] [01:40.68]But there was I a great boy and what would folks say [01:44.26] [01:44.87]To hear my mother singin' me to sleep all day in such a daft way [01:48.59] [01:50.68]Men say the winter was bad that year fuel was scarce and food was dear [01:55.28]A wind with a wolf's head howled about our door [01:57.98]And we burned up the chairs and sat upon the floor [02:00.84] [02:02.75]All that was left us was a chair we couldn't break [02:05.07] [02:06.11]And the harp with the woman's head nobody would take for song or pity sake [02:11.14] [02:14.18]The night before Christmas I cried with the cold [02:16.62] [02:17.94]I cried myself to sleep like a two year old [02:20.32] [02:22.03]And in the deep night I felt my mother rise [02:25.14] [02:26.45]And stare down upon me with love in her eyes [02:28.74] [02:30.39]I saw my mother sitting on the one good chair [02:32.54] [02:33.27]A light falling on her face from I couldn't tell where [02:37.30] [02:40.21]Looking nineteen and not a day older [02:42.18] [02:42.80]And the harp with the woman's head leaned against her shoulder [02:45.85] [02:47.14]Her thin fingers moving in the thin tall strings [02:50.55] [02:51.36]Were weave weave weaving wonderful things [02:54.04] [02:55.79]Many bright threads from where I couldn't see [02:58.34]Were running through the harp strings rapidly [03:00.01] [03:00.91]And gold threads whistlin' through my mother's hands [03:04.11]I saw the web grow and the pattern expand [03:06.31] [03:08.68]She wove a child's jacket and when it was done [03:10.99]She laid it on the floor and wove another one [03:13.27]She wove a red cloak so regal to see [03:15.18] [03:16.26]She's made it for a king's son I said and not for me but I knew it was for me [03:20.63] [03:21.42]She wove a pair of bridges and quicker than that [03:23.87]She wove a pair of boots a little cocked hat [03:25.74]She wove a pair of mittens she wove a little blouse [03:27.42] [03:28.14]She wove all night in the still cold house [03:30.65] [03:32.57]She sang as she worked and the harp strings spoke [03:35.98] [03:36.92]But her voice never faltered and the thread never broke [03:39.33] [03:41.52]But when I awoke there sat my mother [03:45.55] [03:46.47]With the harp against her shoulder lookin' nineteen and not a day older [03:51.51] [03:52.53]A smile about her lips and a light about her head [03:56.25] [03:57.63]And her hands in the harp strings frozen dead [04:01.35] [04:03.47]And piled up beside her toppling to the skies [04:07.62] [04:08.48]Were the clothes of a king's son just my size