歌手:Bob Dylan
专辑:《Live at Carnegie Hall 1963》

作词 : Dylan
Artist：bob dylan
Songs Title：north country blues

Come gather round friends
And Ill tell you a tale

Of when the red iron pits ran plenty.

But the cardboard filled windows
And old men on the benches

Tell you now that the whole town is empty.

In the north end of town,
My own children are grown

But I was raised on the other.

In the wee hours of youth,
My mother took sick

And I was brought up by my brother.
The iron ore poured
As the years passed the door,
The drag lines an the shovels they was a-humming.

til one day my brother
Failed to come home
The same as my father before him.

Well a long winters wait,
From the window I watched.

My friends they couldnt have been kinder.
And my schooling was cut
As I quit in the spring

To marry john thomas, a miner.

Oh the years passed again
And the givin was good,

With the lunch bucket filled every season.
What with three babies born,
The work was cut down

To a half a days shift with no reason.

Then the shaft was soon shut
And more work was cut,
And the fire in the air, it felt frozen.

til a man come to speak
And he said in one week

That number eleven was closin.

They complained in the east,

They are paying too high.

They say that your ore aint worth digging.

That its much cheaper down
In the south american towns

Where the miners work almost for nothing.

So the mining gates locked
And the red iron rotted

And the room smelled heavy from drinking.

Where the sad, silent song

Made the hour twice as long

As I waited for the sun to go sinking.

I lived by the window
As he talked to himself,

This silence of tongues it was building.

Then one mornings wake,
The bed it was bare,

And is left alone with three children.

The summer is gone,
The grounds turning cold,

The stores one by one theyre a-foldin.

My children will go

As soon as they grow.

Well, there aint nothing here now to hold them.