โหลดเพลง mp3 Poverty Hill - The Brothers Four

Poverty Hill - The Brothers Four (四兄弟)
They come in their summery dresses
And jackets so fine

The rich folks who measure success
With a big dollar sign

They gaze with delight with the rocks and the scraggly pines
The come in the Spring and they stay 'til the Fall
On paradise Mountain away from it all

Stubble and stone
Make a hard row to how
What little will grow
The drought will kill
The summer folks call it Paradise Mountain

But we call it poverty hill

They say we have beautiful faces as grainy as wood
They'd like to live here of all places if only they could
We don't get those wood
Grainy faces from livin' too good
It's the rocks and the dust and the sun and the heat
It's too much of work and too little to eat

Stubble and stone
Make a hard row to how
What little will grow
The drought will kill
The summer folks call it Paradise Mountain

But we call it poverty hill

They pack and say what a pity that they have to go
Have to go
They say that Old Smokey's so pretty all covered with snow
Covered with snow
But how we get through the winter they never will know
No lard for the pantry
No grist for the meal
And winter's are cold over poverty Hill

Stubble and stone
Stubble and stone
Make a hard row to how
What little will grow
The drought will kill
The summer folks call it Paradise Mountain
But we call it poverty hill

We call it poverty hill
Poverty hill