Son said my mother when I was knee high 儿子说，妈妈，当我膝盖高

You need of clothes to cover you and not a rag have I 你需要的衣服来掩盖你，而不是抹布是我所

There's nothing in the house to make a boy's britches 有没有在家里做一个男孩的长裤

Nor shears to cut a cloth with nor thread to take stitches 也不剪刀切的布带，也不线程取针

There's nothing in the house but a leaf end of rye 没有什么在家里，但黑麦的叶结束

And the harp with a with the woman's head nobody will by and she began to cry 并用与女人的头没人竖琴将由她开始哭了

That was in the early fall and when came the late fall 这是在初秋，当来到深秋

Son she said the sight of you makes your mother's blood crawl 她的儿子说，你的视线，使你母亲的怒火

Little skinny shoulder blades stickin' through your clothes 矮小瘦弱的肩胛骨朵朵“通过你的衣服

And where you get a jacket from God above knows 和你在哪里得到一件夹克从神上面知道

It's lucky for me lad your daddy's in the ground 这是幸运的小伙子我的爸爸在地上

And can't see the way I let his son go around and she made a queer sound 并不能看到我让儿子去走一走的方式，她做了一个奇怪的声音

That was in the late fall when the winter came 那是在秋末时，冬天来了

I'd not a pair of bridges nor a shirt to my name 我倒是没有一双桥梁，也不是衬衫，以我的名字

I couldn't go to school or out of doors to play 我不能去上学或出门玩

And all the other little boys passed our way 和其他所有的小男孩通过我们的方式

Son said my mother come climb into my lap 儿子说我妈妈来爬入我的腿上

And I'll chave your little knees while you take a nap 而当你小睡一会我会开锁工具你的小膝盖

And oh but we were silly for half an hour or more 哦，但我们傻了半小时以上

Me with my long legs draggin' on the floor 我在地板上我的长腿draggin “

I rocked rocked rocked to a mother goose rhyme í震撼震撼震撼到鹅妈妈韵

Oh but we were happy for half an hour's time 哦，但我们很快乐了半个多小时的时间

But there was I a great boy and what would folks say 但我会变成一个伟大的男孩会有什么人说

To hear my mother singin' me to sleep all day in such a daft way 听妈妈唱“我睡了一整天在这样一个愚蠢的方法

Men say the winter was bad that year fuel was scarce and food was dear 男人说，冬天是坏那年的燃料是稀缺的，食物是亲爱的

A wind with a wolf's head howled about our door 阿风与狼的嚎叫头对我们的大门

And we burned up the chairs and sat upon the floor 我们烧了椅子，坐在上面的地板

All that was left us was a chair we couldn't break 所有这一切都为我们留下了一张椅子，我们无法突破

And the harp with the woman's head nobody would take for song or pity sake 而伴随着女人的头没人竖琴将采取的歌曲或怜悯的缘故

The night before Christmas I cried with the cold 夜圣诞节前我哭与冷

I cried myself to sleep like a two year old 哭着哭着就睡着就像一个两岁的

And in the deep night I felt my mother rise 而在深夜，我觉得我的母亲上升

And stare down upon me with love in her eyes 凝视看不起我的爱在她眼中

I saw my mother sitting on the one good chair 我看见妈妈坐在一个很好的椅子

A light falling on her face from I couldn't tell where 的光落在她的脸上，从我不知道在哪里

Looking nineteen and not a day older 展望19 ，而不是旧的一天

And the harp with the woman's head leaned against her shoulder 而伴随着女人的头竖琴靠在她的肩膀上

Her thin fingers moving in the thin tall strings 她瘦弱的手指朝着瘦瘦高高的字符串

Were weave weave weaving wonderful things 被织织织美好的事物

Many bright threads from where I couldn't see 从那里我看不到很多光明的主题

Were running through the harp strings rapidly 通过琴弦被快速运行

And gold threads whistlin' through my mother's hands 与金线whistlin “通过我母亲的手

I saw the web grow and the pattern expand 我看到了网络发展的格局展开

She wove a child's jacket and when it was done 她编织了一个孩子的外套，它是完成时

She laid it on the floor and wove another one 她把它放在地板上，并编织一个又一个

She wove a red cloak so regal to see 她编织了一个红色的斗篷使富豪看

She's made it for a king's son I said and not for me but I knew it was for me 她使它成为一个国王的儿子，我说，不适合我，但我知道这是对我

She wove a pair of bridges and quicker than that 她织一双桥梁和更快的比

She wove a pair of boots a little cocked hat 她织一双靴子有点三角帽

She wove a pair of mittens she wove a little blouse 她织一双手套的她编织一个小上衣

She wove all night in the still cold house 她编织了一整夜，在依然寒冷的房子

She sang as she worked and the harp strings spoke 她唱，她曾与竖琴琴弦发言

But her voice never faltered and the thread never broke 但她的声音从来没有动摇和线程永远不会分手

But when I awoke there sat my mother 但是，当我醒来的时候坐着我的母亲

With the harp against her shoulder lookin' nineteen and not a day older 随着对她的肩膀琴看着的19 ，而不是旧的一天

A smile about her lips and a light about her head 关于她的嘴唇微笑和她的头轻

And her hands in the harp strings frozen dead 和她的竖琴琴弦的手冻死

And piled up beside her toppling to the skies 而越积越多她倾倒的天空旁

Were the clothes of a king's son just my size 是一个国王的儿子跟我一样大的衣服