Now my grandfather was a sailor. 现在，我的祖父是一名水手。

He blew in off the water. 他自爆在关水。

My father was a farmer 我的父亲是一个农民

and I his only daughter. 我和他唯一的女儿。

   

Took up with a no good 花了一个没有好

millworking man from Massachusetts 来自马萨诸塞州millworking人

who died from too much whiskey 谁从过多死亡威士忌

and leaves me these three faces to feed. 并留下了我这三个面觅食。

   

Millwork ain't easy, millwork ain't hard. 木制品不容易，木制品并不难。

Millwork, it ain't nothin' 木制品，它是没什么

but an awful, boring job. 但一个可怕的，枯燥的工作。

I'm waiting for a daydream 我在等一枕黄粱

to take me through the mornin'; 带我穿过清晨;

Put me in my coffee break 把我在我的休息时间

where I can have a sandwhich and remember. 在那里我可以有一个sandwhich和记忆。

   

And it's me and my machine 而且这是我和我的机器

for the rest of the mornin', 在早上的休息“ ，

for the rest of the afternoon, 下午的休息，

for the rest of my life. 我的余生。

   

Now my mind begins to wander 现在，我开始在脑海里徘徊

to the days back on the farm. 到天回农场。

I can see my father smilin' 我可以看到我的父亲微笑

and me swingin' on his arm. 和我荡秋千“他的手臂上。

   

I can hear my granddad's stories 我能听到我的爷爷的故事

of the storms out on Lake Erie, 在暴出的伊利湖，

where vessels and cargos 其中的船只和货物

and fortunes and sailor's lives were lost. 而财富和水手的生命消失了。

   

Yeah, but it's my life that's been wasted. 是的，但它是我生活中的浪费。

And I have been the fool 我一直是傻瓜

to let this manufacture 让这个制造

use my body for a tool. 用我的身体的工具。

As I ride home in the evenin' 当我骑车回家的evenin

I'm staring at my hands, 我盯着我的手，

swearin' by my sorrow swearin “我的忧伤

that a young girl ought to stand a better chance. 一个年轻的女孩应该有更好的机会。

   

Oh, but may I work the mills 呵呵，不过可能我工作的厂

just as long as I'm able, 只是，只要我能，

and never meet the man 永不满足的人

who's name is on the label. 谁的名字在标签上。

   

Whoa, it's me and my machine 哇，这是我和我的机器

for the rest of the mornin', 在早上的休息“ ，

for the rest of the afternoon, 下午的休息，

for the rest of my life . . . wasted. 我的余生。 。 。浪费了。