Pasture of Plenty歌词

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作曲 : Public Domain
It’s a mighty hard row that my poor hands poed
My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road
Out of your Dust Bowl and westward we roll
And your desert was hot and mountain was cold
I’ve worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes
Slept on the ground in the light of the moon
On the edge of your city you’ve seen us and then
We come with the dust and we go with the wind
California and Arizona ,I make all your crops
And it’s north up to Oregon to gather your hops
Dig the beets from your ground , cut the grapes from your vines
To set on your tables your light sparkling wine
Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground
From the Grand Coulee Dam where the water runs down
Every state in the union us migrants have been
We work in this fight, and we fight till we win
Well, it’s always we ramble, that river and I
All along your green Valley I’ll work till I die
My land I’ll defend with my life, if it be
Cause my pastures of plenty must always be free