Early Morning Rain

アーティストModern Folk Fellows, 吉川忠英
作詞Gordon Lightfoot
作曲Gordon Lightfoot
In the early mornin' rain
With a dollar in my hand
With an achin' in my heart
And my pockets full of sand
I'm a long ways from home
And I miss my loved one so
In the early mornin' rain
With no place to go

Out on runway number nine
Big 707 set to go
But I'm stuck here on the grass
Where those cold winds blow
Well, the liquor tasted good
And the women all were fast
Yeah, there she goes, my friend
So, she's rollin' down that line...

Hear the mighty engines roar
See the silver wing on high
She's a-wingin' westward bound
High above the clouds she'll fly
Where the morning rain don't fall
And the sun always shines
She'll be flyin' o'er my home
In about three hours time

This ol' airport's got me down
It's no earthly good to me
'Cause I'm stuck here on the ground
Cold and drunk as I can be
You can't jump a jet plane
Like you can a freight train
So I best be on my way
In the early mornin' rain


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