歌詞

THE BOXER

SIMON&GARFUNKEL

作詞
P.Simon
作曲
P.Simon

I am just a poor boy.

Though my story・s seldom told・

I have squandered my resistance

For a pocketful of mumbles・

Such are promises・

All lies and jest・

Still a man hears what he wants to hear・

And disregards the rest・


When Ileft my home

And my family・

I was no more than a boy

In the company of strangers

In the quiet of the railway station

Running scared・

Laying low・

Seeking out the poorer quarters

Where the ragged people go・

Looking for the places

Only they would know・


Asking only workman's wages

Icome looking for a job,

But I get to offers.

Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue.

I do declare,

There were times when I was lonesome

I took some comfort there.


Then I'm laying out my winter clothes

And wishing Iwas gone,

Going home

Where the New York City winters

Aren't bleeding me,

Leading me,

Going home.


In the clearing stands a boxer.

And a fighter by his trade,

And he carries the reminders

Of ev'ry glove that laid him down

Or cut him till he cried out

In his anger and his shame.

"I am leaving, Iam leaving."

But the fighter still remains.

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