North Country Blues-Joan Baez

[ti:North Country Blues] [ar:Joan Baez] [al:The Contemporary Ballad Book] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]North Country Blues (北方乡村布鲁斯) - Joan Baez (琼·贝兹) [00:05.55]Come gather 'round friends [00:08.17]And I'll tell you a tale [00:12.05]Of when the red iron pits ran plenty [00:19.67]But the cardboard filled windows [00:22.74]And old men on the benches [00:26.36]Tell you now that the whole town is empty [00:32.98] [00:34.67]In the north end of town [00:36.73]My own children are grown [00:41.42]But I was raised on the other [00:48.85]In the wee hours of youth [00:51.86]My mother took sick [00:55.73]And I was brought up by my brother [01:03.42] [01:04.04]The iron ore poured [01:06.17]As the years passed the door [01:10.29]The drag lines and the shovels they was a-humming [01:17.04] [01:17.74]'Til one day my brother [01:20.92]Failed to come home [01:23.67] [01:24.86]The same as my father before him [01:31.73] [01:32.42]Well a long winter's wait [01:34.98]From the window I watched [01:38.92]My friends they couldn't have been kinder [01:46.98]And my schooling was cut [01:49.74]As I quit in the spring [01:53.67]To marry John Thomas a miner [02:01.99]Oh the years passed again [02:04.37]And the givin' was good [02:08.26]With the lunch bucket filled every season [02:15.75]What with three babies born [02:18.81]The work was cut down [02:22.63]To a half a day's shift with no reason [02:29.81] [02:30.87]Then the shaft was soon shut [02:32.94]And more work was cut [02:37.18]And the fire in the air it felt frozen [02:44.94]'Til a man come to speak [02:47.50]And he said in one week [02:51.31]That number eleven was closing [02:59.49]They complained in the East [03:01.99]They are paying too high [03:05.75]They say that your ore ain't worth digging [03:12.88] [03:13.43]That it's much cheaper down [03:16.68]In the South American towns [03:20.38]Where the miners work almost for nothing [03:27.06] [03:28.12]So the mining gates locked [03:30.75]And the red iron rotted [03:34.81]And the room smelled heavy from drinking [03:42.37]Where the sad silent song [03:45.32]Made the hour twice as long [03:49.13]As I waited for the sun to go sinking [03:57.19]I lived by the window [03:59.87]As he talked to himself [04:03.94]This silence of tongues it was building [04:10.03] [04:11.40]Then one morning's wake [04:14.34]The bed it was bare [04:18.40]And I's left alone with three children [04:26.52]The summer is gone [04:28.91]The ground's turning cold [04:32.71]The stores one by one they're a-foldin' [04:40.09]My children will go [04:43.09]As soon as they grow [04:48.40]Well there ain't nothing here now to hold them