The Drover Is Sweetheart

作词:Henry Lawson,Priscilla Herdman

作曲:Henry Lawson,Priscilla Herdman

所属专辑:The Water Lily

歌词

@migu music@

An hour before the sun goes down

Behind the ragged boughs,

I go across the little run

And bring the dusty cows;

And once I used to sit and rest

Beneath the fading dome,

For there was one that I loved best

Who'd bring the cattle home.

Our yard is fixed with double bails,

Round one the grass is green,

The bush is growing through the rails,

The spike is rusted in;

And 'twas from there his freckled face

Would turn and smile at me

He'd milk a dozen in the race

While I was milking three.

I milk eleven cows myself

Where once I milked but four;

I set the dishes on the shelf

And close the dairy door;

And when the glaring sunlight fails

And the fire shines through the cracks,

I climb the broken stockyard rails

And watch the bridle-tracks.

He kissed me twice and once again

And rode across the hill,

The pint-pots and the hobble-chain

I hear them jingling still;

He'll come at night or not at all

He left in dust and heat,

And when the soft, cool shadows fall

Is the best time to meet.

And he is coming back again,

He wrote to let me know,

The floods were in the Darling then

It seems so long ago;

He'd come through miles of slush and mud,

And it was weary work,

The creeks were bankers, and the flood

Was forty miles round Bourke.

He said the floods had formed a block,

The plains could not be crossed,

And there was foot-rot in the flock

And hundreds had been lost;

The sheep were falling thick and fast

A hundred miles from town,

And when he reached the line at last

He trucked the remnant down.

And so he'll have to stand the cost;

His luck was always bad,

Instead of making more, he lost

The money that he had;

And how he'll manage, heaven knows

(My eyes are getting dim),

He says he says he don't suppose

I'll want to marry him.

As if I wouldn't take his hand

Without a golden glove

Oh! Jack, you men won't understand

How much a girl can love.

I long to see his face once more

Jack's dog! thank God, it's Jack!

(I never thought I'd faint before)

He's coming up the track.

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