John Barleycorn-Steve Winwood
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[00:00.00]John Barleycorn - Steve Winwood (史蒂夫·温伍德)
[00:12.59]There were three men
[00:15.06]Came out of the west
[00:19.57]Their fortunes for to try
[00:25.86]And these three men made a solemn vow
[00:32.89]John Barleycorn must die
[00:39.12]They've plowed they've sown
[00:41.77]They've harrowed him in
[00:44.95]Threw clods upon his head
[00:53.96]And these three men made a solemn vow
[01:01.13]John Barleycorn was dead
[01:31.01]They've let him lie for a very long time
[01:37.90]'Til the rains from heaven did fall
[01:44.31]And little Sir John sprung up his head
[01:51.22]And so amazed them all
[01:57.62]They've let him stand 'til Midsummer's Day
[02:03.60]'Til he looked both pale and wan
[02:12.49]And little Sir John's grown a long long beard
[02:19.55]And so become a man
[02:49.12]They've hired men with their scythes
[02:52.86]So sharp to cut him off at the knee
[03:02.13]They've rolled him and tied him by the way
[03:08.91]Serving him most barbarously
[03:15.16]They've hired men with their sharp pitchforks
[03:20.80]Who've pricked him to the heart
[03:29.49]And the loader he
[03:30.91]Has served him worse than that
[03:36.28]For he's bound him to the cart
[04:05.18]They've wheeled him around
[04:07.61]And around a field 'til they came onto a pond
[04:18.07]And there they made a solemn oath
[04:25.14]On poor John Barleycorn
[04:30.91]They've hired men
[04:33.21]With their crabtree sticks
[04:36.58]To cut him skin from bone
[04:45.22]And the miller he has
[04:46.85]Served him worse than that
[04:51.93]For he's ground him between two stones
[05:20.55]And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl
[05:27.12]And his brandy in the glass
[05:33.18]And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl
[05:39.83]Proved the strongest man at last
[05:45.85]The huntsman he can't hunt the fox nor
[05:51.26]So loudly to blow his horn
[05:59.80]And the tinker he can't mend kettle
[06:03.61]Or pots without a little barleycorn
[ar:Steve Winwood]
[al:Revolutions: The Very Best Of Steve Winwood]
[by:]
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[00:00.00]John Barleycorn - Steve Winwood (史蒂夫·温伍德)
[00:12.59]There were three men
[00:15.06]Came out of the west
[00:19.57]Their fortunes for to try
[00:25.86]And these three men made a solemn vow
[00:32.89]John Barleycorn must die
[00:39.12]They've plowed they've sown
[00:41.77]They've harrowed him in
[00:44.95]Threw clods upon his head
[00:53.96]And these three men made a solemn vow
[01:01.13]John Barleycorn was dead
[01:31.01]They've let him lie for a very long time
[01:37.90]'Til the rains from heaven did fall
[01:44.31]And little Sir John sprung up his head
[01:51.22]And so amazed them all
[01:57.62]They've let him stand 'til Midsummer's Day
[02:03.60]'Til he looked both pale and wan
[02:12.49]And little Sir John's grown a long long beard
[02:19.55]And so become a man
[02:49.12]They've hired men with their scythes
[02:52.86]So sharp to cut him off at the knee
[03:02.13]They've rolled him and tied him by the way
[03:08.91]Serving him most barbarously
[03:15.16]They've hired men with their sharp pitchforks
[03:20.80]Who've pricked him to the heart
[03:29.49]And the loader he
[03:30.91]Has served him worse than that
[03:36.28]For he's bound him to the cart
[04:05.18]They've wheeled him around
[04:07.61]And around a field 'til they came onto a pond
[04:18.07]And there they made a solemn oath
[04:25.14]On poor John Barleycorn
[04:30.91]They've hired men
[04:33.21]With their crabtree sticks
[04:36.58]To cut him skin from bone
[04:45.22]And the miller he has
[04:46.85]Served him worse than that
[04:51.93]For he's ground him between two stones
[05:20.55]And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl
[05:27.12]And his brandy in the glass
[05:33.18]And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl
[05:39.83]Proved the strongest man at last
[05:45.85]The huntsman he can't hunt the fox nor
[05:51.26]So loudly to blow his horn
[05:59.80]And the tinker he can't mend kettle
[06:03.61]Or pots without a little barleycorn
