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  • 作词 : Springsteen
    Each year many die crossing the deserts, mountains, and rivers of our
    southern border in search of a better life. Here I follow the journey
    backwards, from the body at the river bottom, to the man walking across
    the desert towards the banks of the Rio Grande.
    For two days the river keeps you down
    Then you rise to the light without a sound
    Past the playgrounds and empty switching yards
    The turtles eat the skin from your eyes, so they lay open to the stars
    Your clothes give way to the current and river stone
    'Till every trace of who you ever were is gone
    And the things of the earth they make their claim
    That the things of heaven may do the same
    Goodbye, my darling, for your love I give God thanks,
    Meet me on the Matamoros
    Meet me on the Matamoros
    Meet me on the Matamoros banks
    Over rivers of stone and ancient ocean beds
    I walk on sandals of twine and tire tread
    My pockets full of dust, my mouth filled with cool stone
    The pale moon opens the earth to its bones
    I long, my darling, for your kiss, for your sweet love I give God thanks
    The touch of your loving fingertips
    Meet me on the Matamoros
    Meet me on the Matamoros
    Meet me on the Matamoros banks
    Your sweet memory comes on the evenin' wind
    I sleep and dream of holding you in my arms again
    The lights of Brownsville, across the river shine
    A shout rings out and into the silty red river I dive
    I long, my darling, for your kiss, for your sweet love I give God thanks
    A touch of your loving fingertips
    Meet me on the Matamoros
    Meet me on the Matamoros
    Meet me on the Matamoros banks
    Meet me on the Matamoros
    Meet me on the Matamoros
    Meet me on the Matamoros banks
  • 作词 : Springsteen
    Each year many die crossing the deserts, mountains, and rivers of our
    southern border in search of a better life. Here I follow the journey
    backwards, from the body at the river bottom, to the man walking across
    the desert towards the banks of the Rio Grande.
    For two days the river keeps you down
    Then you rise to the light without a sound
    Past the playgrounds and empty switching yards
    The turtles eat the skin from your eyes, so they lay open to the stars
    Your clothes give way to the current and river stone
    'Till every trace of who you ever were is gone
    And the things of the earth they make their claim
    That the things of heaven may do the same
    Goodbye, my darling, for your love I give God thanks,
    Meet me on the Matamoros
    Meet me on the Matamoros
    Meet me on the Matamoros banks
    Over rivers of stone and ancient ocean beds
    I walk on sandals of twine and tire tread
    My pockets full of dust, my mouth filled with cool stone
    The pale moon opens the earth to its bones
    I long, my darling, for your kiss, for your sweet love I give God thanks
    The touch of your loving fingertips
    Meet me on the Matamoros
    Meet me on the Matamoros
    Meet me on the Matamoros banks
    Your sweet memory comes on the evenin' wind
    I sleep and dream of holding you in my arms again
    The lights of Brownsville, across the river shine
    A shout rings out and into the silty red river I dive
    I long, my darling, for your kiss, for your sweet love I give God thanks
    A touch of your loving fingertips
    Meet me on the Matamoros
    Meet me on the Matamoros
    Meet me on the Matamoros banks
    Meet me on the Matamoros
    Meet me on the Matamoros
    Meet me on the Matamoros banks