Peter Gray

(专辑： The Wayfaring Stranger - 1944)

Once on a time there lived a man
His name was Peter Gray
He lived way down in that old town
Called Penn-syl-va-ni-a

Blow ye winds of morning
Blow ye winds heigh-o
Blow ye winds of morning
Blow, blow, blow

Now Peter fell in love all with
A nice young girl
The first two letters of her name
Were Lucy, Annie, Pearl

Blow ye winds of morning
Blow ye winds heigh-o
Blow ye winds of morning
Blow, blow, blow

Just as they were about to wed
Her father did say no
And consequently she was sent
Beyond the Oh-i-o

Blow ye winds of morning
Blow ye winds heigh-o
Blow ye winds of morning
Blow, blow, blow

When Peter heard of this sad news
He knew not what to say
He'd half a mind to jump into
The Susquehan-i-a

Blow ye winds of morning
Blow ye winds heigh-o
Blow ye winds of morning
Blow, blow, blow

Now Peter went away out West
To seek his for-ti-an
But he was caught and scal-pi-ed
By blood-i In-di-ans

Blow ye winds of morning
Blow ye winds heigh-o
Blow ye winds of morning
Blow, blow, blow

When Lucy heard of this sad news
She knew not what to say
She wept and wept and wepa-ed
Her poor sweet life away

Blow ye winds of morning
Blow ye winds heigh-o
Blow ye winds of morning
Blow, blow, blow