Текст песни Pastures Of Plenty - Harry Belafonte
It?
s
a
mighty
hard
row
that
my
poor
hands
have
hoed
My
poor
feet
have
traveled
a
hot
dusty
road
Out
of
your
dust
Bowl
and
Westward
we
rolled
Blue
deserts
so
hot
and
your
mountains
so
cold
I
wandered
all
over
this
green
growing
land
Where
ever
your
crops
are
I
lend
you
my
hands
At
the
edge
of
your
cities,
you?
ll
see
me
and
then
I
come
with
the
dust
and
I?
m
gone
with
the
wind
California,
Arizona,
I
worked
on
your
crops
North
up
to
Oregon
to
gather
your
hops
I
got
beets
from
your
ground
I
cut
grapes
from
your
vines
To
sat
on
our
table?
s
that
light
that
sparkling
wine
Green
Pastures
Of
Plenty
from
dry
desert
ground
From
the
grand
Coulee
Dam
where
the
water
runs
down
Every
state
of
this
Union
us
migrants
have
been
Oh
we
come
with
the
dust
and
we?
re
gone,
gone,
gone
with
the
wind
It?
s
always
we
rambled
that
river
and
I
All
along
your
green
Valley?
s
I?
d
work
till
I
die
I
traveled
this
road
until
death
lets
me
be
? Cause
Pastures
Of
Plenty
must
always
be
free
It?
s
a
mighty
hard
row
that
my
poor
hands
have
hoed
My
poor
feet
have
traveled
a
hot
dusty
road
Edge
of
your
cities
you
see
me
and
then
I
come
with
the
dust
and
I?
m
gone,
gone,
gone
with
the
wind
1 Summertime Love
2 Try to Remember
3 Who's Gonna Be Your Man
4 'Long About Now
5 Tongue Tie Baby
6 Bamotsweri
7 I'm On My Way To Saturday
8 Betty An' Dupree
9 Lyla, Lyla
10 Zombie Jamboree
11 Dark As A Dungeon
12 Tone The Bell Easy
13 Blue Willow Moan
14 Ananias
15 Boy
16 My Love Is A Dewdrop
17 Back Of The Bus
18 Pastures Of Plenty
19 John The Revelator
20 Four Strong Winds
21 Black Betty
22 Big Boat Up The River
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