[00:00.00] 作词 : Oscar Hammerstein II
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Richard Rodgers
[00:03.96]The floor creaks,
[00:06.84]The door squeaks,
[00:07.29]There's a field mouse a-nibblin' on a broom,
[00:24.96]And I set by myself
[00:29.85]Like a cobweb on a shelf,
[00:41.61]By myself in a lonely room.
[00:48.66]But when there's a moon in my winder
[00:57.36]And it slants down a beam 'crost my bed,
[01:09.84]Then the shadder of a tree starts a-dancin' on the wall
[01:24.63]And a dream starts a-dancin' in my head.
[01:28.98]And all the things that I wish fer
[01:38.40]Turn out like I want them to be,
[01:51.66]And I'm better'n that smart-aleck cowhand
[01:56.13]Who thinks he is better'n me,
[02:06.84]And the girl that I want
[02:14.85]Ain't afraid of my arms,
[02:18.06]And her own soft arms keep me warm.
[02:29.79]And her long, yeller hair
[02:33.90]Falls acrost my face
[02:35.19]Jist like the rain in a storm...
[02:42.39]The floor creaks,
[02:43.92]The door squeaks,
[02:53.91]And the mouse starts a-nibblin' on the broom.
[03:33.99]And the sun flicks my eyes –
[03:54.54]It was all a pack o' lies!
[05:12.87]I'm awake in a lonely room.
[05:25.92]I ain't gonna dream 'bout her arms no more!
[05:34.20]I ain't gonna leave her alone!
[05:42.84]Goin' outside,
[05:47.37]Git myself a bride,
[05:48.66]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.