[00:00.00] 作曲 : James Taylor
[00:00.00] 作词 : James Taylor
[00:00.00] Now my grandfather was a sailor
[00:18.48]He blew in off the water
[00:21.93]My father was a farmer
[00:24.63]And i, his only daughter
[00:28.62]Took up with a no good millworking man
[00:32.46]From massachusetts
[00:35.19]Who dies from too much whiskey
[00:38.34]And leaves me these three faces to feed
[00:48.78]Millwork ain't easy
[00:52.44]Millwork ain't hard
[00:55.89]Millwork it ain't nothing
[00:58.59]But an awful boring job
[01:02.49]I'm waiting for a daydream
[01:06.15]To take me through the morning
[01:09.57]And put me in my coffee break
[01:12.60]Where i can have a sandwich
[01:16.02]And remember
[01:19.11]Then it's me and my machine
[01:22.62]For the rest of the morning
[01:26.34]For the rest of the afternoon
[01:31.89]And the rest of my life
[01:49.56]Now my mind begins to wander
[01:52.92]To the days back on the farm
[01:56.31]I can see my father smiling at me
[02:00.21]Swinging on his arm
[02:03.39]I can hear my granddad's stories
[02:06.81]Of the storms out on lake eerie
[02:10.47]Where vessels and cargos and fortunes
[02:15.48]And sailors' lives were lost
[02:23.97]Yes, but it's my life has been wasted
[02:28.26]And i have been the fool
[02:31.71]To let this manufacturer
[02:34.35]Use my body for a tool
[02:38.49]I can ride home in the evening
[02:42.15]Staring at my hands
[02:45.72]Swearing by my sorrow that a young girl
[02:50.13]Ought to stand a better chance
[02:56.28]So may i work the mills just as long as i am able
[03:03.30]And never meet the man whose name is on the label
[03:09.66]It be me and my machine
[03:13.17]For the rest of the morning
[03:17.31]And the rest of the afternoon
[03:20.85]Gone for the rest of my life

作曲 : James Taylor
作词 : James Taylor
Now my grandfather was a sailor
He blew in off the water
My father was a farmer
And i, his only daughter
Took up with a no good millworking man
From massachusetts
Who dies from too much whiskey
And leaves me these three faces to feed
Millwork ain't easy
Millwork ain't hard
Millwork it ain't nothing
But an awful boring job
I'm waiting for a daydream
To take me through the morning
And put me in my coffee break
Where i can have a sandwich
And remember
Then it's me and my machine
For the rest of the morning
For the rest of the afternoon
And the rest of my life
Now my mind begins to wander
To the days back on the farm
I can see my father smiling at me
Swinging on his arm
I can hear my granddad's stories
Of the storms out on lake eerie
Where vessels and cargos and fortunes
And sailors' lives were lost
Yes, but it's my life has been wasted
And i have been the fool
To let this manufacturer
Use my body for a tool
I can ride home in the evening
Staring at my hands
Swearing by my sorrow that a young girl
Ought to stand a better chance
So may i work the mills just as long as i am able
And never meet the man whose name is on the label
It be me and my machine
For the rest of the morning
And the rest of the afternoon
Gone for the rest of my life