Darling Belle 歌词

歌曲	Darling Belle
歌手	The Incredible String Band
专辑	BBC Radio 1 Live in Concert
下载	Image LRC TXT

	作词 : Williamson
	papa would take me to the park to see the swans
	by hansom cab trotting so high
	holding his hand to see the swans
	hissing louder than rustling dresses of gracious ladies bustling by
	see swan ships come sailing in
	white as the clouds on a windy day
	James I suppose would be in school
	James I suppose would be in school
	I was I was learning to spell
	laughing at loud smells
	avoiding the rod of the codfaced master
	was it your absence made me quiet at noon
	playing british bulldogs on the gravel
	was it your presence coloured my dream
	I burrowed in cupboards like a mole all saturday
	under old chairs and old ladies knees
	I framed your half remembered face
	with frail white embroideries
	calling for you down the mousey garden
	calling for you down the mousey garden
	o did you meet him at the ball
	eighteen years on
	tall soldier now and you full grown
	Belle did you meet him at the ball
	o do you remember me
	thin girl with cold hands
	you in your scarlet and you knew my name
	step to the veranda under the wisteria
	in the mysterious november
	dancing as if with death or fate
	to the moon black ballroom
	of the silk skinned lake
	kissing me you lifted my skirt
	under the willow trees
	keep the home fires burning
	though your heart is yearning
	though the boys are far away
	they dream of home
	there's a silver lining
	in the dark clouds shining
	turn that lining inside out
	till the boys come home
	o did I see you march to the train
	did I cry was my nose red
	my two day bride can you feel me in your memory
	I will be the redness in your iron fire
	how could i write
	my words would seem sad or gay
	we regret to inform you
	we regret to inform you
	meet me by gaslight in the dark dawn
	on waterloo bridge we will walk arm in arm
	hearing the leaves fall with whisper into the foggy dew
	when we are dead
	when we are dead
	now she sits in her brother's window's house
	skin like a lizard aura like a daffodil
	migrant guest from relative to inlaw
	she stares into the embers and remembers

	zuo ci : Williamson
	papa would take me to the park to see the swans
	by hansom cab trotting so high
	holding his hand to see the swans
	hissing louder than rustling dresses of gracious ladies bustling by
	see swan ships come sailing in
	white as the clouds on a windy day
	James I suppose would be in school
	James I suppose would be in school
	I was I was learning to spell
	laughing at loud smells
	avoiding the rod of the codfaced master
	was it your absence made me quiet at noon
	playing british bulldogs on the gravel
	was it your presence coloured my dream
	I burrowed in cupboards like a mole all saturday
	under old chairs and old ladies knees
	I framed your half remembered face
	with frail white embroideries
	calling for you down the mousey garden
	calling for you down the mousey garden
	o did you meet him at the ball
	eighteen years on
	tall soldier now and you full grown
	Belle did you meet him at the ball
	o do you remember me
	thin girl with cold hands
	you in your scarlet and you knew my name
	step to the veranda under the wisteria
	in the mysterious november
	dancing as if with death or fate
	to the moon black ballroom
	of the silk skinned lake
	kissing me you lifted my skirt
	under the willow trees
	keep the home fires burning
	though your heart is yearning
	though the boys are far away
	they dream of home
	there' s a silver lining
	in the dark clouds shining
	turn that lining inside out
	till the boys come home
	o did I see you march to the train
	did I cry was my nose red
	my two day bride can you feel me in your memory
	I will be the redness in your iron fire
	how could i write
	my words would seem sad or gay
	we regret to inform you
	we regret to inform you
	meet me by gaslight in the dark dawn
	on waterloo bridge we will walk arm in arm
	hearing the leaves fall with whisper into the foggy dew
	when we are dead
	when we are dead
	now she sits in her brother' s window' s house
	skin like a lizard aura like a daffodil
	migrant guest from relative to inlaw
	she stares into the embers and remembers

	zuò cí : Williamson
	papa would take me to the park to see the swans
	by hansom cab trotting so high
	holding his hand to see the swans
	hissing louder than rustling dresses of gracious ladies bustling by
	see swan ships come sailing in
	white as the clouds on a windy day
	James I suppose would be in school
	James I suppose would be in school
	I was I was learning to spell
	laughing at loud smells
	avoiding the rod of the codfaced master
	was it your absence made me quiet at noon
	playing british bulldogs on the gravel
	was it your presence coloured my dream
	I burrowed in cupboards like a mole all saturday
	under old chairs and old ladies knees
	I framed your half remembered face
	with frail white embroideries
	calling for you down the mousey garden
	calling for you down the mousey garden
	o did you meet him at the ball
	eighteen years on
	tall soldier now and you full grown
	Belle did you meet him at the ball
	o do you remember me
	thin girl with cold hands
	you in your scarlet and you knew my name
	step to the veranda under the wisteria
	in the mysterious november
	dancing as if with death or fate
	to the moon black ballroom
	of the silk skinned lake
	kissing me you lifted my skirt
	under the willow trees
	keep the home fires burning
	though your heart is yearning
	though the boys are far away
	they dream of home
	there' s a silver lining
	in the dark clouds shining
	turn that lining inside out
	till the boys come home
	o did I see you march to the train
	did I cry was my nose red
	my two day bride can you feel me in your memory
	I will be the redness in your iron fire
	how could i write
	my words would seem sad or gay
	we regret to inform you
	we regret to inform you
	meet me by gaslight in the dark dawn
	on waterloo bridge we will walk arm in arm
	hearing the leaves fall with whisper into the foggy dew
	when we are dead
	when we are dead
	now she sits in her brother' s window' s house
	skin like a lizard aura like a daffodil
	migrant guest from relative to inlaw
	she stares into the embers and remembers

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