| Song | Just Another Poor Boy |
| Artist | Chris de Burgh |
| Album | Much More Than This |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : DeBurgh | |
| He was but a traveller on the lonely road of life | |
| She, her name was Mary, A lady of the night | |
| She found him lying in that road, on a winter's night so cold, | |
| Just another poor boy, treat him right | |
| She saw that he was hungry and gave him food to eat | |
| She knew that he was weary an he had no place to sleep | |
| She took him home to her own bed, she lay down his wounded head | |
| And washed away the world from his hands and his knees | |
| He was just another poor boy, Just another poor boy | |
| When he cried out in his sleep she held him tight | |
| Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy | |
| And she gave him love and comfort throught the night | |
| Till the morning light .. | |
| At night she sat beside him, by the fire they would talk | |
| He said all men were brothers and that love could conquer all | |
| Many gathered round to hear, many for his life did fear | |
| In troubled times like these men seldom talk | |
| Oh they came for him one morning at the breaking of the day | |
| She woke to to hear him calling as they carried him away | |
| Accusing him of spreading lies and hate, | |
| His public meetings were a danger to the state | |
| Some soldier said " Who was he anyway ??" | |
| Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy | |
| And the tears were falling from her face like rain | |
| Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy | |
| And they hung him on a hillside far away | |
| And on the ground she lay ...Poor boy... Oh, my Lord... | |
| Oh my Lord ... Oh my Lord... | |
| Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy, | |
| And the tears were falling from her face like rain | |
| Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy | |
| And the hung him on a hillside far away, just another poor boy | |
| Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy | |
| And she'd never dreamed she'd see his face again .. |
| zuo ci : DeBurgh | |
| He was but a traveller on the lonely road of life | |
| She, her name was Mary, A lady of the night | |
| She found him lying in that road, on a winter' s night so cold, | |
| Just another poor boy, treat him right | |
| She saw that he was hungry and gave him food to eat | |
| She knew that he was weary an he had no place to sleep | |
| She took him home to her own bed, she lay down his wounded head | |
| And washed away the world from his hands and his knees | |
| He was just another poor boy, Just another poor boy | |
| When he cried out in his sleep she held him tight | |
| Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy | |
| And she gave him love and comfort throught the night | |
| Till the morning light .. | |
| At night she sat beside him, by the fire they would talk | |
| He said all men were brothers and that love could conquer all | |
| Many gathered round to hear, many for his life did fear | |
| In troubled times like these men seldom talk | |
| Oh they came for him one morning at the breaking of the day | |
| She woke to to hear him calling as they carried him away | |
| Accusing him of spreading lies and hate, | |
| His public meetings were a danger to the state | |
| Some soldier said " Who was he anyway nbsp??" | |
| Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy | |
| And the tears were falling from her face like rain | |
| Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy | |
| And they hung him on a hillside far away | |
| And on the ground she lay ... Poor boy... Oh, my Lord... | |
| Oh my Lord ... Oh my Lord... | |
| Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy, | |
| And the tears were falling from her face like rain | |
| Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy | |
| And the hung him on a hillside far away, just another poor boy | |
| Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy | |
| And she' d never dreamed she' d see his face again .. |
| zuò cí : DeBurgh | |
| He was but a traveller on the lonely road of life | |
| She, her name was Mary, A lady of the night | |
| She found him lying in that road, on a winter' s night so cold, | |
| Just another poor boy, treat him right | |
| She saw that he was hungry and gave him food to eat | |
| She knew that he was weary an he had no place to sleep | |
| She took him home to her own bed, she lay down his wounded head | |
| And washed away the world from his hands and his knees | |
| He was just another poor boy, Just another poor boy | |
| When he cried out in his sleep she held him tight | |
| Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy | |
| And she gave him love and comfort throught the night | |
| Till the morning light .. | |
| At night she sat beside him, by the fire they would talk | |
| He said all men were brothers and that love could conquer all | |
| Many gathered round to hear, many for his life did fear | |
| In troubled times like these men seldom talk | |
| Oh they came for him one morning at the breaking of the day | |
| She woke to to hear him calling as they carried him away | |
| Accusing him of spreading lies and hate, | |
| His public meetings were a danger to the state | |
| Some soldier said " Who was he anyway nbsp??" | |
| Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy | |
| And the tears were falling from her face like rain | |
| Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy | |
| And they hung him on a hillside far away | |
| And on the ground she lay ... Poor boy... Oh, my Lord... | |
| Oh my Lord ... Oh my Lord... | |
| Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy, | |
| And the tears were falling from her face like rain | |
| Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy | |
| And the hung him on a hillside far away, just another poor boy | |
| Just another poor boy, Just another poor boy | |
| And she' d never dreamed she' d see his face again .. |