paroles de chanson The Swamps of Home - The Original Broadway Cast

You see, where I come from, we don't have any dry land
Oh, some of the poorer people do
But the nobility all live right in the swamp
Oh, tell us about it, Princess
Oh, I don't like to brag
No, please

I come from the land of the foggy, foggy dew
Where walking through the meadow in the morning
Is like walking through glue

The swamps of home
Are brushed with green and gold
At break of day
At break of day

The swamps of home
Are lovely to behold
From far away
From far away

In my soul is the beauty of the bog
In my memory the magic of the mud
Mud

I know that blood is thicker than water
But the swamps of home
Are thicker than blood!
Blood

Where e'er I roam
My heart grows dank and cold
My face grows gray
When shadows fall and I hear the call
Of the swamps of home

I hear them calling me now, calling me back
Calling me "Winnifred! Winnifred! Winnifred! Winnifred!
Who do you think you are?
Girl of the swamp, you've gone too far
Maid of the marshland, give up the struggle
Listen to the voice of the swamp
Gluggle, uggle, uggle!
Gluggle, uggle, uggle!

Where e'er I roam
The whips of fate may smart
But deep down in my heart
One thought will abide
And will ne'er be forgotten
Though I search far and wide
There is no land as rotten

Rotten, rotten, rotten, rotten, rotten, rotten, rotten
As the swamps of home
The swamps of home