[00:00.00] 作词 : Oscar Hammerstein II
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Richard Rodgers
[00:05.37]The floor creaks,
[00:07.05]The door squeaks,
[00:10.74]There's a field mouse a-nibblin' on a broom,
[00:15.42]And I set by myself
[00:16.14]Like a cobweb on a shelf,
[00:19.32]By myself in a lonely room.
[00:28.26]But when there's a moon in my winder
[00:34.50]And it slants down a beam 'crost my bed,
[00:39.96]Then the shadder of a tree starts a-dancin' on the wall
[00:46.59]And a dream starts a-dancin' in my head.
[00:51.27]And all the things that I wish fer
[00:55.26]Turn out like I want them to be,
[01:04.83]And I'm better'n that smart-aleck cowhand
[01:08.70]Who thinks he is better'n me,
[01:12.51]And the girl that I want
[01:13.68]Ain't afraid of my arms,
[01:16.71]And her own soft arms keep me warm.
[01:21.48]And her long, yeller hair
[01:22.80]Falls acrost my face
[01:24.60]Jist like the rain in a storm...
[01:34.86]The floor creaks,
[01:40.14]The door squeaks,
[01:41.58]And the mouse starts a-nibblin' on the broom.
[01:49.65]And the sun flicks my eyes –
[02:07.98]It was all a pack o' lies!
[02:19.53]I'm awake in a lonely room.
[02:32.85]I ain't gonna dream 'bout her arms no more!
[02:39.57]I ain't gonna leave her alone!
[02:41.67]Goin' outside,
[02:44.04]Git myself a bride,
[02:49.17]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.