歌曲 | Darling Belle |
歌手 | The Incredible String Band |
专辑 | BBC Radio 1 Live in Concert |
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 |
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 |