The Ballad Of The Harpweaver-Johnny Cash

[ti:] [ar:] [al:] [by:时间戳工具V2.0_20200810] [offset:0] [00:03.21]Son said my mother when I was knee high [00:05.37] [00:06.69]You need of clothes to cover you and not a rag have I [00:09.69] [00:11.25]There's nothing in the house to make a boy's britches [00:13.68] [00:14.37]Nor shears to cut a cloth with nor thread to take stitches [00:17.52] [00:19.26]There's nothing in the house but a leaf end of rye [00:21.87]And the harp with a with the woman's head nobody will by and she began to cry [00:24.03]That was in the early fall and when came the late fall [00:25.20] [00:26.13]Son she said the sight of you makes your mother's blood crawl [00:27.54]Little skinny shoulder blades stickin' through your clothes [00:28.65] [00:30.03]And where you get a jacket from God above knows [00:31.14]It's lucky for me lad your daddy's in the ground [00:33.72]And can't see the way I let his son go around and she made a queer sound [00:35.97] [00:39.48]That was in the late fall when the winter came [00:42.24] [00:43.02]I'd not a pair of bridges nor a shirt to my name [00:45.36] [00:46.92]I couldn't go to school or out of doors to play [00:49.26]And all the other little boys passed our way [00:52.26]And I'll chave your little knees while you take a nap [00:54.21]And oh but we were silly for half an hour or more [00:55.17]Me with my long legs draggin' on the floor [00:56.58]I rocked rocked rocked to a mother goose rhyme [00:57.99] [00:58.92]Oh but we were happy for half an hour's time [01:03.03] [01:05.16]But there was I a great boy and what would folks say [01:06.12] [01:06.66]To hear my mother singin' me to sleep all day in such a daft way [01:08.07] [01:08.97]Men say the winter was bad that year fuel was scarce and food was dear [01:12.48]A wind with a wolf's head howled about our door [01:13.50]And we burned up the chairs and sat upon the floor [01:16.08]All that was left us was a chair we couldn't break [01:17.61] [01:19.05]And the harp with the woman's head nobody would take for song or pity sake [01:22.95] [01:27.06]The night before Christmas I cried with the cold [01:28.47] [01:29.22]I cried myself to sleep like a two year old [01:30.48] [01:32.04]And in the deep night I felt my mother rise [01:33.24] [01:34.77]And stare down upon me with love in her eyes [01:36.39]I saw my mother sitting on the one good chair [01:38.19] [01:39.09]A light falling on her face from I couldn't tell where [01:43.95] [01:46.95]Looking nineteen and not a day older [01:49.71] [01:50.61]And the harp with the woman's head leaned against her shoulder [01:52.98] [01:57.21]Her thin fingers moving in the thin tall strings [02:01.44]Were weave weave weaving wonderful things [02:02.49]Many bright threads from where I couldn't see [02:04.35] [02:05.97]Were running through the harp strings rapidly [02:08.03]And gold threads whistlin' through my mother's hands [02:10.26] [02:11.46]I saw the web grow and the pattern expand [02:16.08] [02:18.03]She wove a child's jacket and when it was done [02:20.37]She laid it on the floor and wove another one [02:22.50] [02:23.91]She wove a red cloak so regal to see [02:27.57] [02:29.04]She's made it for a king's son I said and not for me but I knew it was for me [02:31.62] [02:33.66]She wove a pair of bridges and quicker than that [02:35.43]She wove a pair of boots a little cocked hat [02:37.59] [02:39.18]She wove a pair of mittens she wove a little blouse [02:41.67]She wove all night in the still cold house [02:45.21] [02:47.34]She sang as she worked and the harp strings spoke [02:51.78] [02:52.98]But her voice never faltered and the thread never broke [02:56.22] [02:58.05]But when I awoke there sat my mother [03:03.81]With the harp against her shoulder lookin' nineteen and not a day older [03:09.63] [03:11.07]A smile about her lips and a light about her head [03:13.56] [03:14.94]And her hands in the harp strings frozen dead [03:18.87] [03:22.08]And piled up beside her toppling to the skies [03:25.53] [03:27.60]Were the clothes of a king's son just my size