Ah, my God! What is this land of America?
So many people traveling there
I will go too, for I am still young
God, the Lord will grant me good luck there
You, my wife, stay here 'til you hear from me
When you get my letter, put everything in order
Mount a raven-black steed, a horse like the wind
Fly across the ocean to join me here
Ah, but when she arrived in this strange land
Here in McKeesport, this valley, this valley of fire
Only his grave, his blood did she find
Over it bitterly she cried
Ah, my husband, what have you done to this family of yours?
What can you say to these children, to these children you've orphaned?
Tell them, my wife, not to wait, not to wait, not to wait for me
Tell them I lie here, in the American land
So many people traveling there
I will go too, for I am still young
God, the Lord will grant me good luck there
You, my wife, stay here 'til you hear from me
When you get my letter, put everything in order
Mount a raven-black steed, a horse like the wind
Fly across the ocean to join me here
Ah, but when she arrived in this strange land
Here in McKeesport, this valley, this valley of fire
Only his grave, his blood did she find
Over it bitterly she cried
Ah, my husband, what have you done to this family of yours?
What can you say to these children, to these children you've orphaned?
Tell them, my wife, not to wait, not to wait, not to wait for me
Tell them I lie here, in the American land
envoyé par DonQuijote82 - 30/11/2013 - 12:30
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American Industrial Ballads
HE LIES IN THE AMERICAN LAND is a poem written by immigrant steelworker Andrew Kovaly, and later set to music by Pete Seeger who originally released it on his 1956 album American Industrial Ballads. The album was reissued on CD in 1992. Rielaborata da Bruce Springsteen in American Land.