[00:00.000] 作词 : Oscar Hammerstein II
[00:00.097] 作曲 : Richard Rodgers
[00:00.195]Curly:
[00:00.472]When I take you out tonight with me,
[00:05.777]Honey, here’s the way it’s goin’ to be:
[00:11.622]You will set behind a team of snow- white horses
[00:18.557]In the slickest gig you ever see!
[00:24.113]
[00:25.465]Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry
[00:29.194]When I take you out in the surrey,
[00:32.904]When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top.
[00:40.074]Watch thet fringe and see how it flutters
[00:43.523]When I drive them high-steppin’ strutters—
[00:47.517]Nosey-pokes’ll peek through their shutters and their eyes will pop!
[00:55.488]The wheels are yeller, the upholstery’s brown,
[00:58.399]The dashboard’s genuine leather,
[01:02.132]With isinglass curtains y’ c’n roll right down
[01:05.583]In case there’s a change in the weather.
[01:09.572]Two bright side lights winkin’ and blinkin’,
[01:13.313]Ain’t no finer rig, I’m a-thinkin’;
[01:17.044]You c’n keep yer rig if you’re thinkin’ ’at I’d keer to swap
[01:24.243]Fer that shiny little surrey with the fringe on the top.
[01:31.134]
[01:31.412]Aunt Eller:
[01:31.937]Would y’ say the fringe was made of silk?
[01:35.120]
[01:35.646]Curly:
[01:36.451]Wouldn’t have no other kind but silk.
[01:39.922]
[01:40.445]Laurey:
[01:40.719]Has it really got a team of snow- white horses?
[01:46.561]
[01:46.832]Curly:
[01:47.355]One’s like snow—the other’s more like milk.
[01:55.012]All the world’ll fly in a flurry
[01:58.214]When I take you out in the surrey,
[02:01.940]When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top.
[02:09.105]When we hit that road, hell fer leather,
[02:12.821]Cats and dogs’ll dance in the heather,
[02:16.553]Birds and frogs’ll sing all together, and the toads will hop!
[02:23.457]The wind’ll whistle as we rattle along,
[02:26.919]The cows’ll moo in the clover,
[02:30.631]The river will ripple out a whispered song,
[02:34.611]And whisper it over and over:
[02:39.674]Don’t you wisht y’d go on ferever?
[02:44.444]Don’t you wisht y’d go on ferever?
[02:49.257]Don’t you wisht y’d go on ferever and ud never stop
[02:58.006]In that shiny little surrey with the fringe on the top?
[03:15.219]I can see the stars gittin’ blurry
[03:20.526]When we ride back home in the surrey,
[03:26.896]Ridin’ slowly home in the surrey with the fringe on top.
[03:38.599]I can feel the day gittin’ older,
[03:44.968]Feel a sleepy head near my shoulder,
[03:51.351]Noddin’, droopin’ close to my shoulder till it falls, kerplop!
[04:03.836]The sun is swimmin’ on the rim of a hill,
[04:09.699]The moon is takin’ a header,
[04:16.083]And jist as I’m thinkin’ all the earth is still,
[04:21.689]A lark’ll wake up in the medder…
[04:28.339]Hush! You bird, my baby’s a-sleepin’—
[04:34.479]Maybe got a dream worth a-keepin’.
[04:41.652]Whoa! You team, and jist keep a-creepin’ at a slow clip-clop;
[04:54.985]Don’t you hurry with the surrey with the fringe on the top.

作词 : Oscar Hammerstein II
作曲 : Richard Rodgers
Curly:
When I take you out tonight with me,
Honey, here’s the way it’s goin’ to be:
You will set behind a team of snow- white horses
In the slickest gig you ever see!
Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry
When I take you out in the surrey,
When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top.
Watch thet fringe and see how it flutters
When I drive them high-steppin’ strutters—
Nosey-pokes’ll peek through their shutters and their eyes will pop!
The wheels are yeller, the upholstery’s brown,
The dashboard’s genuine leather,
With isinglass curtains y’ c’n roll right down
In case there’s a change in the weather.
Two bright side lights winkin’ and blinkin’,
Ain’t no finer rig, I’m a-thinkin’;
You c’n keep yer rig if you’re thinkin’ ’at I’d keer to swap
Fer that shiny little surrey with the fringe on the top.
Aunt Eller:
Would y’ say the fringe was made of silk?
Curly:
Wouldn’t have no other kind but silk.
Laurey:
Has it really got a team of snow- white horses?
Curly:
One’s like snow—the other’s more like milk.
All the world’ll fly in a flurry
When I take you out in the surrey,
When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top.
When we hit that road, hell fer leather,
Cats and dogs’ll dance in the heather,
Birds and frogs’ll sing all together, and the toads will hop!
The wind’ll whistle as we rattle along,
The cows’ll moo in the clover,
The river will ripple out a whispered song,
And whisper it over and over:
Don’t you wisht y’d go on ferever?
Don’t you wisht y’d go on ferever?
Don’t you wisht y’d go on ferever and ud never stop
In that shiny little surrey with the fringe on the top?
I can see the stars gittin’ blurry
When we ride back home in the surrey,
Ridin’ slowly home in the surrey with the fringe on top.
I can feel the day gittin’ older,
Feel a sleepy head near my shoulder,
Noddin’, droopin’ close to my shoulder till it falls, kerplop!
The sun is swimmin’ on the rim of a hill,
The moon is takin’ a header,
And jist as I’m thinkin’ all the earth is still,
A lark’ll wake up in the medder…
Hush! You bird, my baby’s a-sleepin’—
Maybe got a dream worth a-keepin’.
Whoa! You team, and jist keep a-creepin’ at a slow clip-clop;
Don’t you hurry with the surrey with the fringe on the top.