[00:00.000] 作词 : Peter Doherty[00:01.000] 作曲 : Peter Doherty[00:07.668]There's an old cart horse with a wiry mane[00:12.790]Pulls a cart along a country lane[00:17.024]Been rolling since before the break of day[00:22.107]Tending the orchard, stacking up the hay[00:26.896]The farmer sits holding the reigns[00:31.593]Guiding the cart through Normandy lanes[00:36.737]Slow and steady is the way![00:40.481]The way it was, the way it is, and the way it will remain...[00:47.936]And the apples will grow[00:52.986]And into barrels will roll[00:59.009]Soon to become liquid gold[01:03.718]And the Calvados will flow[01:08.899]In the kitchen sits the farmer's wife[01:13.783]Picking her teeth with a pocket knife[01:18.013]Her soul a mess of blues and chicken wire[01:22.970]She brushes the dog, spits in the fire[01:27.783]She takes down the bottle, takes down the glass[01:32.980]And pours herself a tiny splash[01:37.266]Of the serum from the sacred orchard's soil[01:42.221]Perfumed with the product of their blood and sweat and toil, and so...[01:48.995]The apples will grow[01:53.914]The barrels will roll[01:59.976]Soon to become liquid gold[02:04.945]The Calvados will flow[02:12.041]And the apples still grow[02:16.719]And into barrels will still roll[02:22.868]Soon to become liquid gold[02:30.004]The Calvados will flow