Текст (слова) песни: Hank Locklin - Old Bog Road

The Old Bog Road: Teresa Brayton

My feet are here on Broadway
This blessed harvest morn,
But oh! the ache thatВ’s in my heart
For the spot where I was born.
My weary hands are blistered
Through work in cold and heat!
And oh! to swing a scythe once more
Through a field of Irish wheat.
Had I the chance to wander back,
Or own a kingВ’s abode.
IВ’d sooner see the hawthorn tree
By the Old Bog Road.

When I was young and restless
My mind was ill at ease,
Through dreaming of America,
And the gold beyond the seas.
Oh, sorrow rake their money,
В‘Tis hard to find the same,
And whatВ’s the world to any man
If no one speaks his name.
IВ’ve had my day and here I am
A-building bricks per load.
A long three thousand miles away
From the Old Bog Road.

My mother died last springtime,
When ErinВ’s fields were green.
The neighbours said her waking
Was the finest ever seen.
There were snowdrops and primroses
Piled high above her bed,
And Ferns Church was crowded
When her funeral Mass was read.
And here was I on Broadway
A-building bricks per load.
When they carried out her coffin
Down the old Bog Road.

There was a decent girl at home
Who used to walk with me.
Her eyes were soft and sorrowful
Like moonlight oВ’er the sea.
Her name was Mary Dwyer,
But that was long ago.
The ways of God are wiser
Than the things that man might know.
She died the day I left her,
A-building bricks per load,
IВ’d best forget the days IВ’ve spent
On the old Bog Road.

Ah! LifeВ’s a weary puzzle,
Past finding out by man,
IВ’ll take the day for what itВ’s worth
And do the best I can.
Since no one cares a rush for me
What need is there to moan,
IВ’ll go my way and draw my pay
And smoke my pipe alone.
Each human heart must bear its grief
Though bitter be the В‘bode
So God be with you, Ireland,
And the Old Bog Road.

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Hank Locklin - Old Bog Road The Old Bog Road: Teresa Brayton My feet are here on Broadway This blessed harvest morn, But oh! the ache thatВ’s in my heart For the spot where I was born. My weary hands are blistered Through work in cold and heat! And oh! to swing a scythe once more Through a field of Irish wheat. Had I the chance to wander back, Or own a kingВ’s abode. IВ’d sooner see the hawthorn tree By the Old Bog Road. When I was young and restless My mind was ill at ease, Through dreaming of America, And the gold beyond the seas. Oh, sorrow rake their money, В‘Tis hard to find the same, And whatВ’s the world to any man If no one speaks his name. IВ’ve had my day and here I am A-building bricks per load. A long three thousand miles away From the Old Bog Road. My mother died last springtime, When ErinВ’s fields were green. The neighbours said her waking Was the finest ever seen. There were snowdrops and primroses Piled high above her bed, And Ferns Church was crowded When her funeral Mass was read. And here was I on Broadway A-building bricks per load. When they carried out her coffin Down the old Bog Road. There was a decent girl at home Who used to walk with me. Her eyes were soft and sorrowful Like moonlight oВ’er the sea. Her name was Mary Dwyer, But that was long ago. The ways of God are wiser Than the things that man might know. She died the day I left her, A-building bricks per load, IВ’d best forget the days IВ’ve spent On the old Bog Road. Ah! LifeВ’s a weary puzzle, Past finding out by man, IВ’ll take the day for what itВ’s worth And do the best I can. Since no one cares a rush for me What need is there to moan, IВ’ll go my way and draw my pay And smoke my pipe alone. Each human heart must bear its grief Though bitter be the В‘bode So God be with you, Ireland, And the Old Bog Road. Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Old Bog Road: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/107/1/8585.html Все тексты песен: Hank Locklin » Hank Locklin - Oh How I Miss You (since You Went Away) » Hank Locklin - I Came So Close To Living Alone » Hank Locklin - Wishing It Was You » Hank Locklin - Before I Met You » Hank Locklin - Blues In Advance » Hank Locklin - Almost » Hank Locklin - Lili Marlene » Hank Locklin - Tie Me To Your Apron Strings Again » Hank Locklin - Wreck On The Highway » Hank Locklin - May You Never Be Alone » Hank Locklin - Love Or Spite » Hank Locklin - Flying South » Hank Locklin - Are You Teasing Me » Hank Locklin - One Has My Name (the Other Has My Heart) » Hank Locklin - Please Help Me I`m Falling » Hank Locklin - Chained To A Memory » Hank Locklin - Pins And Needles (in My Heart) » Hank Locklin - Tender Side Of Me » Hank Locklin - Rosalita » Hank Locklin - Lovin` You (the Way I Do) Рекомендуем скачать: » Евгения Козина - Ты не бойся меня, я ведь снег, я ведь снег... » Евгений Банников - Зимнею стужею холодно. Милая, знаю... » Евгений Бабенко - Юбилеи давно стали не в новинку... » Евгений Бабенко - От управы на севере града Москвы... » Елена Фролова - Нет, сердце мое больше, чем эта мука... » Е.Кауфман - Снова явь » Евгений Клячкин - Поздняя цыганочка » Елена Казанцева - Никто мне не нужен, никто... » Евгения Козина - Мой двор заполнила листва... » Егор и опизденевшие - Про мишутку » Елена Фролова - Блоку » Евгений Клячкин - Сказка » Ефим Ташлицкий - Хрустальными льдинками в плен взят фисташковый куст... » Евгения Козина - Песня танцовщицы (по сказке Г.Х Андерсена Стойкий оловянный солдатик) » Егор летов - Будьте здоровы » Елена Казанцева - Вареники » Евгений Романов - Портняжка » Евгений Исакевич - Новогоднее пожелание » Ефим Ташлицкий - Бравада » Елена Решетняк - Апрельский снег
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