[00:00.000] 作词 : Springsteen
[00:03.91]A mother dies leaving her young son
[00:04.19]To come to terms with the loss
[00:04.19]In remembrance of Fiona Chappel
[00:04.19]For her sons Tyler and Oliver
[00:04.19]I was barely 13 years old
[00:15.09]
[00:15.71]She came out of the Guadalupe's on a night so cold
[00:21.65]Her coat was frosted diamonds in the sallow moon's glow
[00:27.84]My silver palomino
[00:30.47]
[00:31.53]Sixteen hands from her withers to the ground
[00:34.78]
[00:35.72]I lie in bed and listen to the sound
[00:39.09]
[00:40.15]Of the west Texas thunder roll
[00:44.85]My silver palomino
[00:47.03]
[00:51.78]I track her into the mountains she loved
[00:55.28]
[00:56.09]Watch her from the rocks above
[00:59.03]
[01:00.03]She'd dip her neck and drink from the winter flows
[01:04.66]My silver palomino
[01:06.41]
[01:07.53]Our mustaÑeros were the very best, sir
[01:11.72]But they could never lay a rope on her
[01:16.41]
[01:18.04]No corral will ever hold
[01:20.47]
[01:22.10]The silver palomino
[01:24.56]
[01:27.57]In my dreams bareback I ride
[01:29.76]
[01:31.44]Over the pradera low and wide
[01:34.32]
[01:35.88]As the wind sweeps out the draw
[01:37.82]'Cross the scrub desert floor
[01:41.75]
[01:44.63]I'd give my riata and spurs
[01:47.13]
[01:47.69]If I could be forever yours
[01:51.29]
[01:53.23]I'd ride into the serrania where no one goes
[01:56.17]
[01:56.79]For my silver palomino
[01:59.60]
[02:11.42]Summer drought come hard that year
[02:13.91]
[02:14.98]Our herd grazed the land so bare
[02:17.48]
[02:18.79]Me and my dad had to blowtorch the thorns off the prickly pear
[02:22.98]
[02:24.42]And mother, your hand slipped from my hair
[02:32.04]Tonight I wake early the sky is pearl, the stars aglow
[02:35.60]I saddle up my red roan
[02:37.92]I ride deep into the mountains along a ridge of pale stone
[02:43.92]
[02:44.85]Where the air is still with the coming snow
[02:47.80]
[02:49.35]As I rise higher I can smell your hair
[02:53.23]
[02:54.61]The scent of your skin, mother, fills the air
[02:58.73]
[03:00.29]'Midst the harsh scrub pine that grows
[03:04.23]
[03:05.80]I watch the silver palomino