Ballad Of The Harp Weaver-Johnny Cash

[ti:Ballad Of The Harp Weaver] [ar:Johnny Cash] [al:Christmas Album] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Ballad Of The Harp Weaver - Johnny Cash (约翰尼·卡什) [00:03.77]Son said my mother when I was knee high [00:06.79] [00:07.50]You need of clothes to cover you and not a rag have I [00:11.14] [00:13.01]There's nothing in the house to make a boy's britches [00:15.35] [00:16.72]Nor shears to cut a neither cloth with nor thread to take stitches [00:19.81] [00:21.51]There's nothing in the house but a leaf end of rye [00:24.08] [00:24.64]And the harp with a with the woman's head nobody will by and she began to cry [00:31.43] [00:33.95]That was in the early fall and when came the late fall [00:37.30] [00:38.45]Son she said the sight of you makes your mother's blood crawl [00:41.40] [00:42.18]Little skinny shoulder blades stickin' through your clothes [00:44.72] [00:45.84]And where you get a jacket from god above knows [00:49.38] [00:51.42]It's lucky for me lad your daddy's in the ground [00:53.84] [00:54.45]And can't see the way I let his son go around and she made a queer sound [00:59.91] [01:02.07]That was in the late fall when the winter came [01:04.79] [01:06.19]I'd not a pair of bridges nor a shirt to my name [01:09.15] [01:09.93]I couldn't go to school or out of doors to play [01:12.98] [01:14.12]And all the other little boys passed our way [01:16.71] [01:18.62]Son said my mother come climb into my lap [01:21.50]And I'll chive your little knees while you take a nap [01:24.17]And oh but we were silly for half an hour or more [01:27.70]Me with my long legs draggin' on the floor [01:30.60]I rocked rocked rocked to a mother goose rhyme [01:33.78] [01:34.45]Oh but we were happy for half an hour's time [01:38.28] [01:40.52]But there was I a great boy and what would folks say [01:43.85] [01:44.68]To hear my mother singin' me to sleep all day in such a daft way [01:48.81] [01:50.49]Men say the winter was bad that year fuel was scarce and food was dear [01:55.00]A wind with a wolf's head howled about our door [01:57.43]And we burned up the chairs and sat upon the floor [02:00.64] [02:02.53]All that was left us was a chair we couldn't break [02:04.87] [02:05.84]And the harp with the woman's head nobody would take for song or pity sake [02:11.03] [02:13.96]The night before Christmas I cried with the cold [02:16.77] [02:17.67]I cried myself to sleep like a two year old [02:20.12] [02:21.83]And in the deep night I felt my mother rise [02:25.30] [02:26.24]And stare down upon me with love in her eyes [02:28.57] [02:30.10]I saw my mother sitting on the one good chair [02:33.15]A light falling on her face from I couldn't tell where [02:37.64] [02:39.98]Looking nineteen and not a day older [02:42.46]And the harp with the woman's head leaned against her shoulder [02:45.87] [02:46.48]Her thin fingers moving in the thin tall strings [02:50.92]Were weave weave weaving wonderful things [02:54.09] [02:55.64]Many bright threads from where I couldn't see [02:58.00]Were running through the harp strings rapidly [02:59.90] [03:00.74]And gold threads whistlin' through my mother's hands [03:03.35] [03:04.01]I saw the web grow and the pattern expand [03:06.10] [03:08.52]She wove a child's jacket and when it was done [03:10.84]She laid it on the floor and wove another one [03:13.17]She wove a red cloak so regal to see [03:15.13] [03:16.06]She's made it for a king's son I said and not for me [03:19.01]But I knew it was for me [03:20.47] [03:21.06]She wove a pair of bridges and quicker than that [03:23.10]She wove a pair of boots a little cocked hat [03:25.62]She wove a pair of mittens she wove a little blouse [03:27.98]She wove all night in the still cold house [03:30.83] [03:32.35]She sang as she worked and the harp strings spoke [03:35.84] [03:36.75]But her voice never faltered and the thread never broke [03:39.35] [03:41.33]But when I awoke there sat my mother [03:45.44] [03:46.32]With the harp against her shoulder lookin' nineteen and not a day older [03:51.85] [03:52.36]A smile about her lips and a light about her head [03:56.21] [03:57.47]And her hands in the harp strings frozen dead [04:03.33]And piled up beside her toppling to the skies [04:08.44]Were the clothes of a king's son just my size