ฟังเพลงOld Bog Road

Old Bog Road - Glen Curtin

Lyrics by：Teresa Brayton/Madeleine King O'Farrelly

Composed by：Teresa Brayton/Madeleine King O'Farrelly

My feet are here on Broadway

This blessed harvest morn

But oh the ache fix in them

For the spot where I was born

My weary hands are blistered

Untied and cold and heat

But oh to swing a scythe today

Through field of Irish wheat

Had I the chance to wander back

Or own a king's abode

I know to see the hawthorn tree

Now we Old Bog Road

My mother died last springtime

When I am fields were green

The neighbours said her waking

Was the finest ever seen

There were snowdrops and primroses

Piled high beside her bed

And Ferns Church was crowded

After funeral Mass was read

But here am I on Broadway

Building bricks per load

As they carried out her coffin

Down the Old Bog Road

Oh lifes a weary puzzle

Past finding out by man

I'll take the day for what it's worth

And do the best I can

Since no one cares a rush for me

What need to met the moan

I'll go my way and draw my pay

And smoke my pipe alone

Each human heart must know it's grief

Though bitter be alone

So God be with you Ireland

And the Old Bog Road

So God be with you Ireland

And the Old Bog Road