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Silver Palomino (Album Version)

Bruce Springsteen2005年4月26日

歌詞

Silver Palomino (Album Version) - Bruce Springsteen

A mother dies leaving her young son

To come to terms with the loss

In remembrance of Fiona Chappel

For her sons Tyler and Oliver

I was barely 13 years old

 

She came out of the Guadalupe's on a night so cold

Her coat was frosted diamonds in the sallow moon's glow

My silver palomino

 

Sixteen hands from her withers to the ground

 

I lie in bed and listen to the sound

 

Of the west Texas thunder roll

My silver palomino

 

I track her into the mountains she loved

 

Watch her from the rocks above

 

She'd dip her neck and drink from the winter flows

My silver palomino

 

Our mustaÑeros were the very best sir

But they could never lay a rope on her

 

No corral will ever hold

 

The silver palomino

 

In my dreams bareback I ride

 

Over the pradera low and wide

 

As the wind sweeps out the draw

'Cross the scrub desert floor

 

I'd give my riata and spurs

 

If I could be forever yours

 

I'd ride into the serrania where no one goes

 

For my silver palomino

 

Summer drought come hard that year

 

Our herd grazed the land so bare

 

Me and my dad had to blowtorch the thorns off the prickly pear

 

And mother your hand slipped from my hair

Tonight I wake early the sky is pearl the stars aglow

I saddle up my red roan

I ride deep into the mountains along a ridge of pale stone

 

Where the air is still with the coming snow

 

As I rise higher I can smell your hair

 

The scent of your skin mother fills the air

 

'Midst the harsh scrub pine that grows

 

I watch the silver palomino

 

***歌詞來自第三方***