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Sunday, 31 July 2011

Poor Man’s Daughter Video-Lyrics



Poor Man’s Daughter – Buffy Saint Marie

All my life I’ve been a poor man’s daughter.
All my life I’ve had a poor girl’s hand.
‘Til the day came that I was promised
For my beauty to a rich young man.

Days they passed and nights they followed
‘Til the day came that I should go
Off in my ragged skirts for the last time
To my wedding down in Mexico.

All my life I’ve been a poor man’s daughter.
Never have I known a day of rest.
On my journey to my rich young bridegroom,
How my heart it beat within my breast.

I was born a poor man’s daughter.
I’ve been a ragamuffin all my life.
Long white dresses, lace and flowers,
Oh, I’ll be happy as a rich man’s wife.

Fast the horses raced with my carriage,
All the faster beat my heart,
To my lover and my marriage,
Then my carriage gave a lurch and stopped.

How I paced and how I waited,
How I wanted to continue on,
How I hated for to waste one hour
In that dirty little border town.

Men have said that women are fickle;
Changeable as birds in flight.
Men have said that women are fickle.
And I think perhaps that men are right.

Strong and handsome was the one who helped me
Right my carriage and get on my way.
Strong and handsome and poor the stranger
I have loved ever since that day.

I arrived at my bridegroom’s door.
I pulled his hair and I kicked his knee,
Dirtied my face and I wore no shoes.
Oh, no fine gentleman shall marry me.

Now my carriage is turned around.
On the Mexican border I’ll live my life.
I was born a poor man’s daughter.
I’ll be happy as a poor man’s wife.


1 comment:

the peaceful poet said...

Hauntingly similar to some of the old English folk music. But none the less great lyrics and, as with all of Buffy's songs, performed in her own beautiful and evocative manner. Thank you Buffy for some fantastic music