[00:00.00] 作词 : Oscar Hammerstein II
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Richard Rodgers
[00:38.31]The floor creaks,
[00:40.14]The door squeaks,
[00:43.17]There's a field mouse a-nibblin' on a broom,
[00:45.63]And I set by myself
[00:48.36]Like a cobweb on a shelf,
[00:49.98]By myself in a lonely room.
[00:51.75]But when there's a moon in my winder
[00:55.83]And it slants down a beam 'crost my bed,
[00:58.20]Then the shadder of a tree starts a-dancin' on the wall
[01:10.14]And a dream starts a-dancin' in my head.
[01:23.04]And all the things that I wish fer
[01:32.55]Turn out like I want them to be,
[01:37.26]And I'm better'n that smart-aleck cowhand
[01:38.88]Who thinks he is better'n me,
[01:40.47]And the girl that I want
[01:44.43]Ain't afraid of my arms,
[01:47.79]And her own soft arms keep me warm.
[01:58.26]And her long, yeller hair
[02:03.78]Falls acrost my face
[02:16.74]Jist like the rain in a storm...
[02:21.03]The floor creaks,
[02:23.85]The door squeaks,
[02:24.87]And the mouse starts a-nibblin' on the broom.
[02:29.85]And the sun flicks my eyes –
[02:31.35]It was all a pack o' lies!
[02:39.51]I'm awake in a lonely room.
[02:44.22]I ain't gonna dream 'bout her arms no more!
[02:53.04]I ain't gonna leave her alone!
[02:59.43]Goin' outside,
[03:01.11]Git myself a bride,
[03:04.20]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.