ฟังเพลงPastures of Plenty

Pastures of Plenty - Judy Collins

Written by：Woody Guthrie

It's a mighty hard row

That my poor hands have hoed

My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road

Out of the dust bowl and westward we rolled

And your deserts were hot

And your mountains

Were cold

California Arizona

I harvest your crops

Then it's north up to Oregon to gather your hops

Dig your beets from the ground

Pluck your grapes from the vine

To put on your table at light sparkling wine

I worked in your orchards of peaches and prunes

Slept on the ground in the light of your moons

On the edge of your cities you see us and then

We come with the dust and were gone with the wind

Green pastures of plenty

From dry desert ground

From the grand coulee dam

Where the waters run down

Every state in this union us migrants have been

And we'll work in this fight

And we'll fight

Till we win

It's always we rambled this river and I

All along your green valleys

I will work till I die

My land I'll defend with my life if it be

For my pastures of plenty

Must always be free

It's a mighty hard row

That my poor hands have hoed

My poor feet have traveled a hot dusty road

Out of your dust bowl and westward we rolled

And your deserts were hot

And your mountains

Were cold