Angels Of Fenway - James Taylor (詹姆斯·泰勒)

86 summers gone by

Bambino put a hex on the Bean

We were living on a tear and a sigh

In the shadow of the Bronx machine

Man you could feel it smoulder

Whole town had an attitude

Then you'd get a little chip on your shoulder

Say something that's downright rude

Oh damn them Yankees

Outspending everybody two to one

Picking up on the cream of the crop

Stealing everyone's favorite son

Angels of Fenway

Hear our prayer

We have been chastened

We have been patient

Grandmama was a Fenway fan

Even after Grandad died

I still remember her holding my hand

Taking me along for the ride

She was born in 1918

Last year that the Red Sox won

Back then when they sold the Babe

Something that they never should've ever have done

Hey Nanna can I have another Coke

Here comes the hot dog man

Look at that his bat just broke

Gee that's got to kill his hand

Riding home on the Green Line

Watching the town go by

Nanna made another Red Sox fan

'Til the day I die

That was back in 65

Doesn't seem like a long time ago

Grandmama keeping hope alive

Watched them win in double O4

Oh my God it was beyond belief

Down three needing four in a row

Holding on by the skin of our teeth

Like a hungry dog on a bone

Angels of Fenway

Give them peace

They have been patient

Red Sox Nation

The whole world held it's breath

People got down on their knees

Ready for the sudden death

Praying to heaven for hell to freeze

Nanna watched from her hospital bed

She was there 'til the end of the race

I couldn't hear the last words she said

But she was lying there with a smile on her face

Just a little smile on her face

It doesn't feel like a long time ago