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Pussy Willow

	作词 : Anderson
	In the half-tone light of a young morning
	She sighs and shifts on the pillow.
	And across her face dancing, the first shadows fly
	To kiss the pussy willow.
	In her fairy-tale world she's a lost soul singing
	In a sad voice nobody hears.
	She waits in her castle of make-believing
	For her white knight to appear.
	Pusy willow --- down fur-lined avenue
	Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes.
	Runs for the train --- see, eight o'clock's coming
	Cutting dreams down to size again.
	Pussy willow --- down fur-lined avenue
	Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes.
	Runs from the train. hear her typewriter humming
	Cutting dreams down to size again.
	She longs for the east and a pale dress flowing
	An apartment in old mayfair.
	Or to fish the spey, spinning the first run of spring
	Or to die for a cause somewhere.
	Pussy willow --- down fur-lined avenue
	Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes.
	Runs from the train. hear her typewriter humming
	Cutting dreams down to size again.

	zuò cí : Anderson
	In the halftone light of a young morning
	She sighs and shifts on the pillow.
	And across her face dancing, the first shadows fly
	To kiss the pussy willow.
	In her fairytale world she' s a lost soul singing
	In a sad voice nobody hears.
	She waits in her castle of makebelieving
	For her white knight to appear.
	Pusy willow down furlined avenue
	Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes.
	Runs for the train see, eight o' clock' s coming
	Cutting dreams down to size again.
	Pussy willow down furlined avenue
	Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes.
	Runs from the train. hear her typewriter humming
	Cutting dreams down to size again.
	She longs for the east and a pale dress flowing
	An apartment in old mayfair.
	Or to fish the spey, spinning the first run of spring
	Or to die for a cause somewhere.
	Pussy willow down furlined avenue
	Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes.
	Runs from the train. hear her typewriter humming
	Cutting dreams down to size again.