โหลดเพลง mp3 The House Carpenter - Joan Baez

The House Carpenter (房屋木匠) - Joan Baez (琼·贝兹)
"Well met well met my own true love

Well met well met" cried he

"I've just returned from the salt salt sea
All for the love of thee"

I could have married the king's daughter dear
She would have married me

But I have forsaken her crowns of gold

All for the love of thee

Well if you could have married
The king's daughter dear

I'm sure you are to blame

For I am married to a house carpenter

And find him a nice young man

Oh will you forsake your house carpenter

And go along with me

I'll take you to where the grass grows green
To the banks of the salt salt sea

Well if I should forsake my house carpenter

And go along with thee
What have you got to maintain me on

And keep me from poverty

Six ships six ships all out on the sea
Seven more upon dry land
One hundred and ten all brave sailor men
Will be at your command

She picked up her own wee babe

Kisses gave him three
Said "Stay right here with my house carpenter
And keep him good company"

Then she put on her rich attire
So glorious to behold

And as she trod along her way

She shown like the glittering gold

Well they'd not been gone
But about two weeks
I know it was not three

When this fair lady began to weep
She wept most bitterly

Ah why do you weep my fair young maid
Weep it for your golden store

Or do you weep for your house carpenter

Who never you shall see anymore

I do not weep for my house carpenter

Or for any golden store

I do weep for my own wee babe

Who never I shall see anymore

Well they'd not been gone
But about three weeks

I'm sure it was not four

Our gallant ship sprang a leak and sank
Never to rise anymore

One time around spun our gallant ship

Two times around spun she
Three times around spun our gallant ship

And sank to the bottom of the sea

What hills what hills are those my love

That rise so fair and high

Those are the hills of heaven my love

But not for you and I

And what hills what hills are those my love
Those hills so dark and low

Those are the hills of hell my love

Where you and I must go