<B>LITTLE WHEEL SPIN AND SPIN</B><BR>그 누구보다도 치열하게 60년대를 살아갔던 인디언 출신 포크 싱어 버피 세인트 마리의 66년 앨범! 브루스 랭혼, 패트릭 스카이, 펠릭스 파팔라디(마운틴) 등 당시 뉴욕 포크/포크 록 신의 핵심적인 인물들이 대거 함여한 이 앨범을 통해서, 틀에 얽매이지 않는 자유로움이 목소리 자체에서 발산되는 한 여성 포크 싱어의 진면목을 확인해 볼 수 있다. 그녀의 노래 중 가장 돋보이는 저향가 중 하나로 평가받는 <MY COUNTRY`TIS OF THY PEOPLE YOU`RE DYING>이 담겨 있고, 탁월한 작곡 능력으로 빚어낸 감동적인 포크 송 들을 만날 수 있다. .... ....
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We are drifting and rolling along the road Tryin' to bear my heavy load Like a log that's been passed on the side I'm so heavy and so tired
And I know me a few men in my time None of them worth a lousy dime And they make me work like a doggone slave Won't be happy till I'm in my grave
And I've been drifting and rolling along the road Tryin' to bear my heavy load And like a log that's been passed on the side I'm so heavy and so tired
My world you don't took it and torn it in two Who'd ever thought it of a boy like you It looked hot, I thought it was a sugar and spice Salty water turned to ice
I've been drifting and rolling along the road Tryin' to bear my heavy load And like a log that's been passed on the side I'm so heavy and so tired
Sweet William rose one morning bright And dressed himself in blue "Come tell to me the long lost love Between Lady Margaret and you"
"I know no harm of Lady Margaret," said he "And I hope she knows none of me But tomorrow morning before eight o'clock Lady Margaret my bride shall be"
As Lady Margaret was in her chamber high A-combing up her hair She spied sweet William and his bride As they to the church drew near
She threw down her ivory comb And tossed back her hair And from the room a fair lady came That was seen in there no more
The day being gone and the night being come When most men were asleep Sweet William spied Lady Margaret's ghost A-standing at his bed feet
"How do you like your bed?" she said "And how do you like your sheet? And how do you like the fair lady That lies in your arms asleep?"
"Very well do I like my bed," said he "Very well do I like my sheet But better do I like the fair lady That is standing at my bed feet"
The night being gone and the day being come When most men were awake Sweet William said he was troubled in his head From a dream he had last night
He called his weary waiting maids By one, by two, by three And last of all, with his bride's consent Lady Margaret he went to see
He went unto the parlor door He knocked until he made things ring But none was so ready as her own dear brother To arise and let him in
"Is Lady Margaret in the parlor?" said he "Or is she in the hall Or is she in her chamber high Among the gay ladies all?"
"Lady Margaret is not in the parlor," said he "She is neither in the hall She is in her coffin And a-lying by the wall"
"Tear down, tear down, those milk white sheets They are made of silk so fine That I may kiss Lady Margaret's cheek For ofttimes she has kissed mine"
The first that he kissed was her rosy cheek The next was her dimpled chin The last of all was her clay-cold lips That pierced his heart within
"Tear down, tear down those milk white sheets They are made of silk so fine Today they hang around Lady Margaret's corpse And tomorrow they will hang around mine"
Lady Margaret died of pure, pure love Sweet William died of sorrow They are buried in one burying ground Both side and side together
Out of her grave grew a red rose And out of his a briar They grew in a twining true lover's knot The rose and the green briar
Winter boy, born on a snowy day Came to me on a rainy afternoon
And there'd been summer love Love I trusted far too well, got away and winter's spell had broke my heart and left me all alone And looking for a home to rest my weary heart for just a while
Then I found it in the smile of a boy A little boy with midnight in his hair And promise in his eyes of days and nights still yet to be Days and nights he'd cling to me
For I am winter's lady and he is winter's child
Though there be summers yet And the smell of pine comes crying to my heart Still my joy and my security will lie beside the boy of less impurity The little boy with midnight in his hair and diamonds in his eyes Diamonds made of trust and love for me and gleaming at me all the afternoon