Tom Dooley

The Kingston Trio

Originale

Versione Danese di Torsten Tanning.

TOM DOOLEY Throughout history There've been many songs written about the eternal triangle This next one tells the story of a Mr Grayson, a beautiful woman And a condemned man named Tom Dooley... When the sun rises tomorrow, Tom Dooley... must hang… Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Hang down your head and cry Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Poor boy, you're bound to die I met her on the mountain There I took her life Met her on the mountain Stabbed her with my knife Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Hang down your head and cry Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Poor boy, you're bound to die This time tomorrow Reckon where I'll be Hadn't a-been for Grayson I'd a-been in Tennessee Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Hang down your head and cry Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Poor boy, you're bound to die Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Hang down your head and cry Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Poor boy, you're bound to die This time tomorrow Reckon where I'll be Down in some lonesome valley Hangin' from a white oak tree Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Hang down your head and cry Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Poor boy, you're bound to die Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Hang down your head and cry Hang down your head, Tom Dooley Poor boy, you're bound to die Poor boy, you're bound to die Poor boy you're bound to die Poor boy, you're bound to die…

TOM DOOLEY Da solen gik ned bag bjerget. og himlen blev rød som blod, dræbte jeg den jeg elsked', borte ved bjergets fod. Timen er nær Tom Dooley. timen er nær min søn. Rejsen bli'r lang Tom Dooley, bøj dig og bed din bøn, bøj dig og bed din bøn. Hun havde mødt en anden, for mig var nu alt forbi. Tanken om de to sammen tændte min jalousi. Timen er nær Tom Dooley, timen er nær min søn. Rejsen bli'r lang Tom Dooley, bøj dig og bed din bøn, bøj dig og bed din bøn. Se solen star op det'r morgen, himlen bii'r rød som blod, snart er jeg helt alene i graven ved bjergets fod. Timen er nær Tom Dooley, timen er nær min søn. Rejsen bli'r lang Tom Dooley, bøj dig og bed din bøn, bøj dig og bed din bøn.