[00:00.000] 作曲 : Bruce Springsteen
[00:12.558]I wake and take your picture from my night table
[00:17.708]With a kiss, I place it on the shelf
[00:21.647]Give you my mornin’ prayer
[00:25.955]It’s a weakness I allow myself
[00:30.690]In the kitchen, I make the coffee
[00:34.785]As the sun’s first light through the window streams
[00:39.728]I wake your brother Roberto from his dreams
[00:46.425]I throw my tools in the truck bed
[00:50.899]From the San Fernando into the hills
[00:55.445]As the gray morning clouds
[00:59.854]Over the hilltop stream
[01:05.259]I follow them down
[01:08.924]Into the cool rich canyons of grain
[01:13.213]And my mind drifts to you
[01:18.562]From the northern mountains
[01:22.504]The water comes and the city blooms
[01:25.737]The Santa Anna’s breathe so dry and dusty
[01:31.675]Through the villa rooms
[01:36.791]Bougainvillea blossom
[01:40.601]Red and white ‘round the entry door
[01:45.258]And the roses rise so perfectly out of the desert floor
[01:52.006]Your memory is my desire
[01:56.559]My daughter, if my sorrow is my sin
[02:01.076]With my work here in this garden, we’ll both live again
[02:08.170]I trim the eucalyptus
[02:12.418]That her branches may be free, my love
[02:16.638]That the wind may find a way
[02:21.641]Through to the dark sky above
[02:26.809]That day your mother
[02:30.766]On the porch waiting
[02:34.994]Now I watch the branches drifting
[02:37.294]And my heart fills with you
[02:42.657]At night I feel your spirit
[02:45.232]As the day’s weariness I embrace
[02:50.694]I visit you in the brave beauty of your mother’s sleeping face
[02:58.511]Now, Ramona, when the dark comes drifting in
[03:06.519]And these rooms lie sweetened by the dry desert wind
[03:14.359]Tell me how
[03:17.741]How will my heart ever mend
[03:22.696]If I can never touch you or feel you breathe again
[03:36.063]In my dreams, the earth to which I have given you
[03:40.433]Opens below me where I stand
[03:44.947]I slip beneath the moist soil
[03:49.402]Through the cool dust and desert sand
[03:54.879]I hold your face
[03:59.066]I hold your face in my hands
[04:03.518]I wake early in the morning
[04:06.449]Today, I’ll cut the roses from their stems