歌曲 | Gagna's Song |
歌手 | Jennifer Kimball |
专辑 | Veering from the Wave |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Kimball | |
For years I've been ready to let go of this life - | |
My friends, my wife already gone. | |
I was an old man then, now I'm senior to the octogenarians. | |
I was born in the year 1899, each July I'm one year ahead. | |
From Ipswich to Oberlin, Salisbury, Rome, | |
The people I loved have all gone. | |
"Just remember we love you," they say by my bed. | |
"We're here and we're holding your hands. | |
Just remember we love you, and this will always be. | |
You're going to join Nonna, our mother, | |
You're beloved, Josephine Jewel." | |
I loved her in Manhattan. I loved her in Rome. | |
I took her to Maine by the sea. | |
I whistled and painted, and walked with her there. | |
And she sang the high parts for me. | |
So take this weight off my chest. | |
Take this ache from my heart. | |
Take this breath from my lungs. | |
Let me slip away forever, let me be what we become. | |
And they'll sing for me, the men from school, | |
A silver dollar tune. | |
I'll fly over the villas of Florence and Brittany, | |
And graveyards with headstones for boys | |
Who died in the 2nd World War. | |
My affairs are in order, my children are grandparents, | |
My work stands here and abroad - | |
From houses to rowboats, headstones to lithographs, | |
Libraries, watercolors and oils. | |
Oh, there've been disapointments, but mostly I'm sure, | |
I wouldn't change a thing for this world. | |
I open my arms. My body will close. | |
And I go into the dream - the dream that never ends. |
zuo qu : Kimball | |
For years I' ve been ready to let go of this life | |
My friends, my wife already gone. | |
I was an old man then, now I' m senior to the octogenarians. | |
I was born in the year 1899, each July I' m one year ahead. | |
From Ipswich to Oberlin, Salisbury, Rome, | |
The people I loved have all gone. | |
" Just remember we love you," they say by my bed. | |
" We' re here and we' re holding your hands. | |
Just remember we love you, and this will always be. | |
You' re going to join Nonna, our mother, | |
You' re beloved, Josephine Jewel." | |
I loved her in Manhattan. I loved her in Rome. | |
I took her to Maine by the sea. | |
I whistled and painted, and walked with her there. | |
And she sang the high parts for me. | |
So take this weight off my chest. | |
Take this ache from my heart. | |
Take this breath from my lungs. | |
Let me slip away forever, let me be what we become. | |
And they' ll sing for me, the men from school, | |
A silver dollar tune. | |
I' ll fly over the villas of Florence and Brittany, | |
And graveyards with headstones for boys | |
Who died in the 2nd World War. | |
My affairs are in order, my children are grandparents, | |
My work stands here and abroad | |
From houses to rowboats, headstones to lithographs, | |
Libraries, watercolors and oils. | |
Oh, there' ve been disapointments, but mostly I' m sure, | |
I wouldn' t change a thing for this world. | |
I open my arms. My body will close. | |
And I go into the dream the dream that never ends. |
zuò qǔ : Kimball | |
For years I' ve been ready to let go of this life | |
My friends, my wife already gone. | |
I was an old man then, now I' m senior to the octogenarians. | |
I was born in the year 1899, each July I' m one year ahead. | |
From Ipswich to Oberlin, Salisbury, Rome, | |
The people I loved have all gone. | |
" Just remember we love you," they say by my bed. | |
" We' re here and we' re holding your hands. | |
Just remember we love you, and this will always be. | |
You' re going to join Nonna, our mother, | |
You' re beloved, Josephine Jewel." | |
I loved her in Manhattan. I loved her in Rome. | |
I took her to Maine by the sea. | |
I whistled and painted, and walked with her there. | |
And she sang the high parts for me. | |
So take this weight off my chest. | |
Take this ache from my heart. | |
Take this breath from my lungs. | |
Let me slip away forever, let me be what we become. | |
And they' ll sing for me, the men from school, | |
A silver dollar tune. | |
I' ll fly over the villas of Florence and Brittany, | |
And graveyards with headstones for boys | |
Who died in the 2nd World War. | |
My affairs are in order, my children are grandparents, | |
My work stands here and abroad | |
From houses to rowboats, headstones to lithographs, | |
Libraries, watercolors and oils. | |
Oh, there' ve been disapointments, but mostly I' m sure, | |
I wouldn' t change a thing for this world. | |
I open my arms. My body will close. | |
And I go into the dream the dream that never ends. |