歌曲 | Speaking of Dreams |
歌手 | Joan Baez |
专辑 | Speaking of Dreams |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Baez | |
Speaking of dreams | |
Here we are in the glistening streets of Gay Paree | |
Playing the Gipsy Kings | |
After the rain and taking tea at the Ritz in boots and jeans | |
With a teenage girl who said that it would be her grandest dream | |
And speaking of dreams, I really must say | |
I couldn't have dreamed you up | |
Nor the way you burst into my life, rattled my cage | |
And woke my sleeping demons up | |
You were not yet born | |
When my career began in '59 | |
We're a sign of the times | |
Who cares if you are a breath of spring and I am vintage wine | |
We come from two different worlds | |
Like every other couple on the Rue de Rivoli | |
You spent your youth in the rainforests of distant Camaroon | |
Your father was a Navy captain, I am the Queen of Hearts | |
And the daughter of the moon | |
Speaking of dreams | |
You took me to see the paintings of Paul Gaughin | |
Speaking of dreams | |
We stood in the midst of waterfalls, flaming trees | |
Golden dogs and shining Tahitian ladies | |
But it was you, not Paul Gaughin | |
Who stopped my heart and then | |
Started my life over again | |
And if you feel as I do | |
That we've erased the lines between reality | |
And all our painted dreams | |
Then take me down to where the Gipsies sing | |
The songs their mothers knew | |
Tie bright ribbons in my hair | |
Lean on the wind and watch me while I dance for you | |
And carry me off to the rainforests of distant Camaroon | |
Tell me that you've always know that | |
I am the Queen of Hearts | |
And the daughter of the moon |
zuo ci : Baez | |
Speaking of dreams | |
Here we are in the glistening streets of Gay Paree | |
Playing the Gipsy Kings | |
After the rain and taking tea at the Ritz in boots and jeans | |
With a teenage girl who said that it would be her grandest dream | |
And speaking of dreams, I really must say | |
I couldn' t have dreamed you up | |
Nor the way you burst into my life, rattled my cage | |
And woke my sleeping demons up | |
You were not yet born | |
When my career began in ' 59 | |
We' re a sign of the times | |
Who cares if you are a breath of spring and I am vintage wine | |
We come from two different worlds | |
Like every other couple on the Rue de Rivoli | |
You spent your youth in the rainforests of distant Camaroon | |
Your father was a Navy captain, I am the Queen of Hearts | |
And the daughter of the moon | |
Speaking of dreams | |
You took me to see the paintings of Paul Gaughin | |
Speaking of dreams | |
We stood in the midst of waterfalls, flaming trees | |
Golden dogs and shining Tahitian ladies | |
But it was you, not Paul Gaughin | |
Who stopped my heart and then | |
Started my life over again | |
And if you feel as I do | |
That we' ve erased the lines between reality | |
And all our painted dreams | |
Then take me down to where the Gipsies sing | |
The songs their mothers knew | |
Tie bright ribbons in my hair | |
Lean on the wind and watch me while I dance for you | |
And carry me off to the rainforests of distant Camaroon | |
Tell me that you' ve always know that | |
I am the Queen of Hearts | |
And the daughter of the moon |
zuò cí : Baez | |
Speaking of dreams | |
Here we are in the glistening streets of Gay Paree | |
Playing the Gipsy Kings | |
After the rain and taking tea at the Ritz in boots and jeans | |
With a teenage girl who said that it would be her grandest dream | |
And speaking of dreams, I really must say | |
I couldn' t have dreamed you up | |
Nor the way you burst into my life, rattled my cage | |
And woke my sleeping demons up | |
You were not yet born | |
When my career began in ' 59 | |
We' re a sign of the times | |
Who cares if you are a breath of spring and I am vintage wine | |
We come from two different worlds | |
Like every other couple on the Rue de Rivoli | |
You spent your youth in the rainforests of distant Camaroon | |
Your father was a Navy captain, I am the Queen of Hearts | |
And the daughter of the moon | |
Speaking of dreams | |
You took me to see the paintings of Paul Gaughin | |
Speaking of dreams | |
We stood in the midst of waterfalls, flaming trees | |
Golden dogs and shining Tahitian ladies | |
But it was you, not Paul Gaughin | |
Who stopped my heart and then | |
Started my life over again | |
And if you feel as I do | |
That we' ve erased the lines between reality | |
And all our painted dreams | |
Then take me down to where the Gipsies sing | |
The songs their mothers knew | |
Tie bright ribbons in my hair | |
Lean on the wind and watch me while I dance for you | |
And carry me off to the rainforests of distant Camaroon | |
Tell me that you' ve always know that | |
I am the Queen of Hearts | |
And the daughter of the moon |