Big Rock Candy Mountain

on a summer day in the month of may
a burly bum came hiking,
down a shady lane through the sugar cane;
he was lokking for his liking.as he roamed along he sang a songof the land of milk and honey,
where a bum can stay for many a day, and he won't need any money.
oh, the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees
and the soda water fountain,
at the limonade springs where the bluebird sings
on the big rock candy mountain.

there's a lake of gin we can both jump in
and the handouts grow on bushes;
in the new mown-hay we can sleep all day,
and the bars all have free lunches.

where the mail train stops and there ain't no cops
and the folks are tender-hearted,
where you never change your socks and rocks,
and your hair is never parted.

oh, the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees
and the soda water fountain,
at the limonade springs where the bluebird sings
on the big rock candy mountain.

oh, a farmer and his son, they were on the run,
to the hay field they were bounding.
said the bum to the sun, "why don't you come
to that big rock candy mountain?"

so very next day they hiked away,
to the mile post they kept counting,
but they never arrived at the lemonade tide
on the big rock candy mountain.

oh, the buzzin' of the bees in the cigarette trees
and the soda water fountain,
at the limonade springs where the bluebird sings
on the big rock candy mountain.

diese lied, entstand etwa um 1900.es besingt das"schlaraffenland" in amerikanischer vorstellung.
vielleicht zeichnet es im übertragenen sinn auch das pradies.
blanket on the ground
billie jo spears / ballard

come and look out through the window,
the big old moon is shining bright.
tell me now darlin', remind you
all the blankets on the ground.

remember back when love first founded,
we got slippin' on the town,
and with love was made the moonlight
on the blankets on the ground.

i get the blankets from the bedroom
and we don't walk in once again,
to the valley by the river,
where my first sweet love began.

just we call we are married,
don't be free, can't slip around,
so lets walk out through the moonlight
and lay the blankets on the ground.

oh remember how excited,
we used to get when love's young,
that old moon saw our bodies,
we couldn't wait for night to come.

now you know you're still beside me,
and you know you love me like i am,
just was more i wish you love me
on the blankets on the ground.

i get the blankets from the bedroom,
and we don't walk in once again,
to the valley by the river,
where my first sweet love began.

just we call we are married,
don't be free, can't slip around,
so lets walk out through the moonlight
and lay the blankets on the ground.