Banks Of The Wabash (tradução)

Rufus Wainwright


Margens do Wabash


Ah o luar é belo ao longo do Wabash

Dos campos vem uma brisa de feno recém-nascido

Através dos sicômoros as luzes das velas cintilam

Às margens do Wabash ao longe


Ah o luar é belo ao longo do Wabash

Dos campos vem uma brisa de feno recém-nascido

Através dos sicômoros as luzes das velas cintilam

Às margens do Wabash ao longe

Às margens do Wabash ao longe




















Banks Of The Wabash


On the Banks of the Wabash, Far Away

Written by Paul Dresser

Composed by Paul Dresser


'Round my Indiana homesteads wave the cornfields,

In the distance loom the woodlands clear and cool.

Oftentimes my thoughts revert to scenes of childhood,

Where I first received my lessons, nature's school.

But one thing there is missing in the picture,

Without her face it seems so incomplete.

I long to see my mother in the doorway,

As she stood there years ago, her boy to greet.


[CHORUS]

Oh, the moonlight's fair tonight along the Wabash,

From the fields there comes the breath of new mown hay.

Through the sycamores the candle lights are gleaming,

On the banks of the Wabash, far away.


Many years have passed since I strolled by the river,

Arm in arm, with sweetheart Mary by my side,

It was there I tried to tell her that I loved her,

It was there I begged of her to be my bride.

Long years have passed since I strolled thro' there churchyard.

She's sleeping there, my angel, Mary dear,

I loved her, but she thought I didn't mean it,

Still I'd give my future were she only here.




Compositor: Paul Dresser

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