Текст песни: Pastures of Plenty + перевод

It’s a mighty hard row that my poor hands have hoed

My poor feet have traveled your hot dusty road

Up through your Dust Bowls and Westward we rolled

Through your deserts so warm and your mountains so cold

(Oh so cold, oh so cold, oh, so cold, oh, so cold)

I’ve wandered all over your sweet rolling land

Wherever your crops are I’ve lent you my hand

On the edge of your cities you’ll see me and then

I come with the dust and I’m gone with the wind

(With the wind, with the wind, with the wind, with the wind)

California, Arizona, I’ve worked your crops

Then north in to Oregon to gather your hops

I got beet from your ground, I got grapes from your vine

To set on the table light sparkling wine

(sparkling wine, sparkling wine, sparkling wine)

Oh, the wine!

Green pastures of plenty from dry desert ground

From the Grand Coulee Dam just where the waters run down

Every state of this Union us migrants have been

We come with the dust and we’re gone with the wind.

We come and we’re gone with the wind.

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