There is a house in New Orleans, 有一个房子在新奥尔良，

They call the rising sun. 他们称上升的太阳。

It's been the ruin for many a poor girl, and me, oh Lord, I'm one. 它已经破产了许多可怜的女孩，和我，哦，上帝，我的。

My mother was a taylor, she sewed our new blue jeans, 我的母亲是泰勒，她缝了新的蓝色牛仔裤，

My father was a gambling man, down in New Orleans. 我的父亲是一个赌博的人，在新奥尔良下来。

If I had listened to what my mother said, 如果我听我妈妈说，

I'd have been at home today, 我今天一直在家里，

But I was young and foolish, oh, God, let a rambler lead me astray. 但我当年年幼无知，哦，上帝，让漫步者导致我误入歧途。

Oh Mothers, tell your children not to do what I have done, 哦，妈妈，告诉你的孩子不要做什么，我都做了，

To spend their lives in sin and misery 度过了生命中的罪恶和苦难

In the house of the rising sun. 在太阳升起的房子。

I'm going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run, 我要回到新奥尔良，我的比赛几乎是跑，

I'm going back to spend my life beneath the rising sun. 我要回去用我的生命初升的太阳之下。