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Jill Freeman
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A Handmade Life
A beggar child walked the roads Fed herself on bugs and toads And things she found in garbage cans A homeless life makes harsh demands
But she enjoyed each morning's light To pass the time, she made up bright Small stories laced with jokes and songs And called them out the whole day long Well, a half blind wealthy crone drove by In carriage, gold, asked her why She sang so sweet while dressed so poor To answer her the child sang more…
I dress in rags, I suck on stones Sometimes hunger shakes my bones But deep inside, below the strife I have a precious Handmade Life
You see my shoes are far from fine But they are red as new made wine From scraps I worked them, with my knife They dance me through my Handmade Life
The crone was touched, she took the girl and Brought her to her wealthy world She burned her clothes, she burned those shoes Then bought up all the child could choose
At first the girl had not a care Toys and candy everywhere But soon the clothes, the trips to town Echoed with an empty sound
更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 And late at night, a hollow ache Began to keep the child awake She'd tiptoe to the windowsill Sing the song within her still…
I dress in rags, I suck on stones Sometimes hunger shakes my bones But deep inside, below the strife I have a precious Handmade Life
You see my shoes are not the best But they are red as robin's breast From scraps I worked them, with my knife They dance me through my Handmade Life
The story goes the young girl died When new red slippers, she had tied Upon her feet forced her to dance Through briar and thicket, in a trance
A passing woodsman, then she begged 'Take pity, sir, cut off my legs And end this empty dance I do I'd rather bleed to death, it's true'
A crimson ax, a crimson stone And half a girl there, all alone Now sleeping soft in nature's bed And cradled in the color red
(Based on The Red Shoes – Hans Christian Andersen)
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