[00:00.00] 作词 : Oscar Hammerstein II
[00:00.97] 作曲 : Richard Rodgers
[00:01.95]The floor creaks,
[00:10.41]The door squeaks,
[00:15.69]There's a field mouse a-nibblin' on a broom,
[00:37.98]And I set by myself
[00:39.24]Like a cobweb on a shelf,
[00:54.18]By myself in a lonely room.
[01:04.71]But when there's a moon in my winder
[01:15.63]And it slants down a beam 'crost my bed,
[01:19.38]Then the shadder of a tree starts a-dancin' on the wall
[01:25.08]And a dream starts a-dancin' in my head.
[01:37.47]And all the things that I wish fer
[01:40.11]Turn out like I want them to be,
[01:45.30]And I'm better'n that smart-aleck cowhand
[01:48.78]Who thinks he is better'n me,
[01:49.68]And the girl that I want
[01:51.90]Ain't afraid of my arms,
[01:54.39]And her own soft arms keep me warm.
[02:00.99]And her long, yeller hair
[02:04.20]Falls acrost my face
[02:14.04]Jist like the rain in a storm...
[02:19.11]The floor creaks,
[02:20.34]The door squeaks,
[02:22.65]And the mouse starts a-nibblin' on the broom.
[02:29.34]And the sun flicks my eyes –
[02:44.25]It was all a pack o' lies!
[02:47.16]I'm awake in a lonely room.
[02:49.08]I ain't gonna dream 'bout her arms no more!
[02:52.14]I ain't gonna leave her alone!
[02:54.33]Goin' outside,
[02:55.17]Git myself a bride,
[02:56.31]Git me a womern to call my own.

作词 : Oscar Hammerstein II
作曲 : Richard Rodgers
The floor creaks,
The door squeaks,
There's a field mouse a-nibblin' on a broom,
And I set by myself
Like a cobweb on a shelf,
By myself in a lonely room.
But when there's a moon in my winder
And it slants down a beam 'crost my bed,
Then the shadder of a tree starts a-dancin' on the wall
And a dream starts a-dancin' in my head.
And all the things that I wish fer
Turn out like I want them to be,
And I'm better'n that smart-aleck cowhand
Who thinks he is better'n me,
And the girl that I want
Ain't afraid of my arms,
And her own soft arms keep me warm.
And her long, yeller hair
Falls acrost my face
Jist like the rain in a storm...
The floor creaks,
The door squeaks,
And the mouse starts a-nibblin' on the broom.
And the sun flicks my eyes –
It was all a pack o' lies!
I'm awake in a lonely room.
I ain't gonna dream 'bout her arms no more!
I ain't gonna leave her alone!
Goin' outside,
Git myself a bride,
Git me a womern to call my own.