[tradizionale; arrangiamento Neil
Young]
In a cavern, in a canyon, excavating
for a mine
Dwelt a miner forty-niner and his daughter Clementine
Light she was and like a fairy and her shoes were number nine
Herring boxes without topses, sandals were for Clementine
Dwelt a miner forty-niner and his daughter Clementine
Light she was and like a fairy and her shoes were number nine
Herring boxes without topses, sandals were for Clementine
Clementine, Clementine
Oh my darling Clementine
Drove she ducklings to the water ev'ry morning just at nine
Hit her foot against a splinter, fell into the foaming brine
Ruby lips above the water, blowing bubbles, soft and fine
But, alas, I was no swimmer so I lost my Clementine
Clementine, Clementine
Oh my darling Clementine
Then the miner forty-niner, soon began
to peak and pine
Thought he oughta join his daughter,
now he sleeps with Clementine
In my dreams she still doth haunt me,
robed in garments soaked in brine
Though in life I used to hug her, in
death I draw the line
Clementine, Clementine
Oh my darling Clementine
How I missed her! How I missed her! How
I missed my Clementine
So I kissed her little sister and I forgot my Clementine
So I kissed her little sister and I forgot my Clementine
Clementine, Clementine
Oh my darling Clementine
Clementine, Clementine
You are lost and gone, Clementine
Clementine, Clementine
Oh my darling Clementine
Clementine, Clementine
You are lost and gone, Clementine
* * * *
In una caverna, in un canyon, scavando
una miniera
Vivevano un minatore di quarantanove
anni e sua figlia Clementine
Lei era delicata come una fata e
portava scarpe numero quarantuno
Scatolette aperte per acciughe erano i
sandali di Clementine
Clementine, Clementine
Oh mia cara Clementine
Accompagnava gli anatroccoli nell'acqua
tutte le mattine alle nove
Prese una scheggia nel piede, cadde
nell'acqua salmastra
Labbra vermiglie sopra l'acqua facevano
bolle soffici e leggere
Ma, ahimè, io non sapevo nuotare e
persi la mia Clementine
Clementine, Clementine
Oh mia cara Clementine
Poi il minatore di quarantanove anni
cominciò presto a struggersi e arrancare
Convinto di dover raggiungere la
figlia, ora dorme con Clementine
Nei sogni lei mi perseguita ancora,
avvolta in vesti fradice di acqua salmastra
Anche se in vita la abbracciavo, alla
sua morte sono passato oltre
Clementine, Clementine
Oh mia cara Clementine
Come mi mancava! Come mi mancava! Come
mi mancava la mia Clementine
Poi ho baciato la sua sorellina e ho
dimenticato la mia Clementine
Clementine, Clementine
Oh mia cara Clementine
Clementine, Clementine
Sei andata e perduta, Clementine
Clementine, Clementine
Oh mia cara Clementine
Clementine, Clementine
Sei andata e perduta, Clementine
