The Ballad of Harp Weaver-Johnny Cash

[ti:The Ballad of the Harp Weaver] [ar:Johnny Cash] [al:Johnny Cash Sings the Sound of Christmas] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The Ballad of Harp Weaver - Johnny Cash (约翰尼·卡什) [00:03.95]Son said my mother when I was knee high [00:07.97]You need of clothes to cover you and not a rag have I [00:13.38]There's nothing in the house to make a boy's britches [00:15.68] [00:17.01]Nor shears to cut a cloth with nor thread to [00:19.50]Take stitches [00:20.51] [00:21.91]There's nothing in the house but a leaf end of rye [00:25.15]And the harp with a with the woman's head nobody [00:28.52]Will by and she began to cry [00:34.49]That was in the early fall and when came the late fall [00:38.46] [00:39.04]Son she said the sight of you [00:40.68]Makes your mother's blood crawl [00:41.80] [00:42.75]Little skinny shoulder blades stickin through [00:44.18]Your clothes [00:45.85] [00:46.80]And where you get a jacket from God above knows [00:51.12] [00:52.05]It's lucky for me lad your daddy's in the ground [00:55.16]And can't see the way I let his son go around [00:59.10]And she made a queer sound [01:02.81]That was in the late fall when the winter came [01:06.96]I'd not a pair of bridges nor a shirt to my name [01:10.29] [01:10.81]I couldn't go to school or out of doors to play [01:14.78]And all the other little boys passed our way [01:19.45]Son said my mother come climb into my lap [01:22.37]And I'll chave your little knees while you take a nap [01:24.76] [01:25.51]And oh but we were silly for half an hour or more [01:28.72]Me with my long legs draggin' on the floor [01:31.61]I rocked rocked rocked to a mother goose rhyme [01:35.54]Oh but we were happy for half an hour's time [01:39.77] [01:41.52]But there was I a great boy and what would folks say [01:46.54]To hear my mother singin' me to sleep [01:48.85]All day in such a daft way [01:54.16]Men say the winter was bad that year fuel was scarce [01:56.98] [01:57.51]And food was dear [01:58.74]A wind with a wolf's head howled about our door [02:01.82]And we burned up the chairs and sat upon the floor [02:06.33]All that was left us was a chair we couldn't break [02:09.47]And the harp with the woman's head [02:12.25]Nobody would take for song or pity sake [02:16.33] [02:17.73]The night before Christmas I cried with the cold [02:21.53]I cried myself to sleep like a two year old [02:24.22] [02:25.66]And in the deep night I felt my mother rise [02:30.27]And stare down upon me with love in her eyes [02:34.10]I saw my mother sitting on the one good chair [02:36.99]A light falling on her face from I couldn't tell where [02:43.10] [02:43.98]Looking nineteen and not a day older [02:46.55]And the harp with the woman's head [02:48.86]Leaned against her shoulder [02:50.79]Her thin fingers moving in the thin tall strings [02:55.22]Were weave weave weaving wonderful things [02:59.91]Many bright threads from where I couldn't see [03:02.20]Were running through the harp strings rapidly [03:04.95]And gold threads whistlin' through my mother's hands [03:08.27]I saw the web grow and the pattern expand [03:11.38] [03:12.71]She wove a child's jacket and when it was done [03:15.23]She laid it on the floor and wove another one [03:17.90]She wove a red cloak so regal to see [03:20.36]She's made it for a king's son I said and not for me [03:23.16]But I knew it was for me [03:25.28]She wove a pair of bridges and quicker than that [03:27.66]She wove a pair of boots a little cocked hat [03:29.72]She wove a pair of mittens she wove a little blouse [03:32.19]She wove all night in the still cold house [03:36.59]She sang as she worked and the harp strings spoke [03:41.00]But her voice never faltered and the thread never broke [03:45.54]But when I awoke there sat my mother [03:50.54]With the harp against her shoulder looking [03:53.16]Nineteen and not a day older [03:56.71]A smile about her lips and a light about her head [04:01.82]And her hands in the harp strings frozen dead [04:07.75]And piled up beside her toppling to the skies [04:12.71]Were the clothes of a king's son just my size