Ballad Of The Harp Weaver-Johnny Cash

[ti:] [ar:] [al:] [by:时间戳工具V2.0_20200810] [offset:0] [00:03.57]Son said my mother when I was knee high [00:07.59]You need of clothes to cover you and not a rag have I [00:16.74]There's nothing in the house to make a boy's britches [00:21.12]Nor shears to cut a cloth with nor thread to take stitches [00:30.24]There's nothing in the house but a leaf end of rye [00:33.39]And the harp with a with the woman's head nobody will by and she began to cry [00:42.18]That was in the early fall and when came the late fall [00:49.08]Son she said the sight of you makes your mother's blood crawl [00:52.44]Little skinny shoulder blades stickin' through your clothes [00:54.57]And where you get a jacket from God above knows [00:57.87]It's lucky for me lad your daddy's in the ground [01:00.78]And can't see the way I let his son go around and she made a queer sound [01:06.03]That was in the late fall when the winter came [01:10.38]I'd not a pair of bridges nor a shirt to my name [01:12.81]I couldn't go to school or out of doors to play [01:13.80]And all the other little boys passed our way [01:14.64]Son said my mother come climb into my lap [01:17.04]And I'll chave your little knees while you take a nap [01:19.17]And oh but we were silly for half an hour or more [01:20.28]Me with my long legs draggin' on the floor [01:21.36]I rocked rocked rocked to a mother goose rhyme [01:24.48]Oh but we were happy for half an hour's time [01:26.88]But there was I a great boy and what would folks say [01:27.90]To hear my mother singin' me to sleep all day in such a daft way [01:29.34]Men say the winter was bad that year fuel was scarce and food was dear [01:32.31]A wind with a wolf's head howled about our door [01:33.84]And we burned up the chairs and sat upon the floor [01:36.78]All that was left us was a chair we couldn't break [01:39.54]And the harp with the woman's head nobody would take for song or pity sake [01:44.22]The night before Christmas I cried with the cold [01:45.87]I cried myself to sleep like a two year old [01:47.88]And in the deep night I felt my mother rise [01:50.25]And stare down upon me with love in her eyes [01:51.99]I saw my mother sitting on the one good chair [01:54.63]A light falling on her face from I couldn't tell where [02:00.42]Looking nineteen and not a day older [02:05.16]And the harp with the woman's head leaned against her shoulder [02:10.11]Her thin fingers moving in the thin tall strings [02:13.50]Were weave weave weaving wonderful things [02:14.55]Many bright threads from where I couldn't see [02:17.52]Were running through the harp strings rapidly [02:19.11]And gold threads whistlin' through my mother's hands [02:22.77]I saw the web grow and the pattern expand [02:29.16]She wove a child's jacket and when it was done [02:31.53]She laid it on the floor and wove another one [02:33.75]She wove a red cloak so regal to see [02:37.71]She's made it for a king's son I said and not for me but I knew it was for me [02:45.66]She wove a pair of bridges and quicker than that [02:47.73]She wove a pair of boots a little cocked hat [02:50.01]She wove a pair of mittens she wove a little blouse [02:52.68]She wove all night in the still cold house [02:58.47]She sang as she worked and the harp strings spoke [03:02.64]But her voice never faltered and the thread never broke [03:06.12]But when I awoke there sat my mother [03:10.38]With the harp against her shoulder lookin' nineteen and not a day older [03:15.72]A smile about her lips and a light about her head [03:19.56]And her hands in the harp strings frozen dead [03:25.95]And piled up beside her toppling to the skies [03:30.54]Were the clothes of a king's son just my size