| Song | He Lies in the American Land |
| Artist | Pete Seeger |
| Album | American Industrial Ballads |
| 作曲 : Kovaly | |
| Ah, my God what is this land of America? | |
| So many people travelling there | |
| I will go too for I am still young | |
| God the Lord will grant me good luck there | |
| You, my wife stay here 'til you hear from me | |
| When you get my letter, put everything in order | |
| Mount a raven black steed, a horse like the wind | |
| Fly across the ocean to join me here | |
| Ah, but when she arrived in this strange land | |
| Here in McKeesport, this valley, this valley of fire | |
| Only his grave, his blood did she find | |
| Over it, bitterly she cried | |
| Ah, my husband, what've you done to this family of yours? | |
| What can you say to these children, to these children you've orphaned? | |
| Tell them my wife not to wait, not to wait, not to wait for me | |
| Tell them I lie here, in the American land |
| zuò qǔ : Kovaly | |
| Ah, my God what is this land of America? | |
| So many people travelling there | |
| I will go too for I am still young | |
| God the Lord will grant me good luck there | |
| You, my wife stay here ' til you hear from me | |
| When you get my letter, put everything in order | |
| Mount a raven black steed, a horse like the wind | |
| Fly across the ocean to join me here | |
| Ah, but when she arrived in this strange land | |
| Here in McKeesport, this valley, this valley of fire | |
| Only his grave, his blood did she find | |
| Over it, bitterly she cried | |
| Ah, my husband, what' ve you done to this family of yours? | |
| What can you say to these children, to these children you' ve orphaned? | |
| Tell them my wife not to wait, not to wait, not to wait for me | |
| Tell them I lie here, in the American land |