| Song | Sugar Trade |
| Artist | James Taylor |
| Album | Dad Loves His Work |
| 作词 : Buffett, Mayer, Taylor | |
| Now back when this earth was a silver blue jewel | |
| And back when your grandfather's father was young | |
| Men of these shores made and gave up their lives | |
| Pulling up fish from the sea | |
| While down in the african slavery trade | |
| Stealing young men to cut sugar cane | |
| Rum to new bedford and codfish from maine | |
| They were building a wall that will always remain | |
| Oh, the crown and the cross the musket and chain | |
| The white man's religion, the family name | |
| Two hundred years later and who is to blame? | |
| The captain or the cargo or the juice of the sugar cane | |
| The doryman he knows when the riptides will run | |
| He sets out his nets and he sits in the sun | |
| He thinks of his family and drinks of his rum | |
| And he waits for the codfish to come | |
| It's the same god-damned ocean that keeps them alive | |
| It will swallow you up, it will let you survive | |
| It will heal you and steal you and take you away | |
| Like a note in a bottle with nothing to say | |
| Now back when this earth was a silver blue jewel | |
| And back when your grandfather's father was young | |
| Men of these shores made and gave up their lives | |
| Pulling up fish from the sea |
| zuò cí : Buffett, Mayer, Taylor | |
| Now back when this earth was a silver blue jewel | |
| And back when your grandfather' s father was young | |
| Men of these shores made and gave up their lives | |
| Pulling up fish from the sea | |
| While down in the african slavery trade | |
| Stealing young men to cut sugar cane | |
| Rum to new bedford and codfish from maine | |
| They were building a wall that will always remain | |
| Oh, the crown and the cross the musket and chain | |
| The white man' s religion, the family name | |
| Two hundred years later and who is to blame? | |
| The captain or the cargo or the juice of the sugar cane | |
| The doryman he knows when the riptides will run | |
| He sets out his nets and he sits in the sun | |
| He thinks of his family and drinks of his rum | |
| And he waits for the codfish to come | |
| It' s the same goddamned ocean that keeps them alive | |
| It will swallow you up, it will let you survive | |
| It will heal you and steal you and take you away | |
| Like a note in a bottle with nothing to say | |
| Now back when this earth was a silver blue jewel | |
| And back when your grandfather' s father was young | |
| Men of these shores made and gave up their lives | |
| Pulling up fish from the sea |