Old Bog Road - Hank Locklin

Letra de Old Bog Road, canción donde Hank Locklin interpreta uno de los temas que más suenan en el albúm Irish Songs Country Style. Si te gusta la buena musica y te apasiona conocer letras de canciones de Hank Locklin no te pierdas este single llamado Old Bog Road, no querras parar de escucharlo.

Letra Old Bog Road - Hank Locklin

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My feet are here on
Broadway This
blessed harvest
morn, But oh! the
ache that s in my
heart For the spot
where I was born.
My weary hands are
blistered Through
work in cold and heat! And oh! to
swing a scythe once
more Through a
field of Irish
wheat. Had I the
chance to wander
back, Or own a king
s abode. I d sooner
see the hawthorn
tree By the Old Bog
Road. When I was
young and restless
My mind was ill at
ease, Through
dreaming of
America, And the
gold beyond the
seas. Oh, sorrow
rake their money, 
Tis hard to find the
same, And what s
the world to any
man If no one
speaks his name. I
ve had my day and
here I am
A-building bricks
per load. A long
three thousand
miles away From the
Old Bog Road. My
mother died last
springtime, When
Erin s fields were
green. The
neighbours said her
waking Was the finest ever seen.
There were
snowdrops and
primroses Piled
high above her bed,
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And Ferns Church
was crowded When
her funeral Mass
was read. And here
was I on Broadway
A-building bricks
per load. When they
carried out her
coffin Down the old
Bog Road. There was
a decent girl at
home Who used to
walk with me. Her
eyes were soft and
sorrowful Like
moonlight o er the
sea. Her name was
Mary Dwyer, But
that was long ago.
The ways of God are
wiser Than the
things that man
might know. She
died the day I left
her, A-building
bricks per load, I
d best forget the
days I ve spent On
the old Bog Road.
Ah! Life s 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 is there
to moan, I ll go my
way and draw my pay
And smoke my pipe
alone. Each human
heart must bear its
grief Though bitter
be the  bode So God
be with you,
Ireland, And the
Old Bog Road. Letra
Old Bog Road Lyrics
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