歌曲 | She Wandered Through The Garden Fence |
歌手 | Procol Harum |
专辑 | A Whiter Shade of Pale |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Brooker, Reid | |
(brooker / reid) | |
She wandered through the garden fence | |
And said, 'i've brought at great expense | |
A potion guaranteed to bring | |
Relief from all your suffering.' | |
And though i said, 'you don't exist,' | |
She grasped me firmly by the wrist | |
And threw me down upon my back | |
And strapped me to her torture rack | |
And, without further argument | |
I found my mind was also bent | |
Upon a course so devious | |
It only made my torment worse | |
She said, 'i see you cannot speak | |
Is it your voice that is too weak? | |
Is it your tongue that is to blame? | |
Maybe you cannot speak for shame. | |
Or has your brain been idle too, | |
And now it will not think for you?' | |
I hastened to make my reply | |
But found that i could only lie | |
And like a fool i believed myself | |
And thought i was somebody else | |
But she could see what i was then | |
And left me on my own again |
zuo ci : Brooker, Reid | |
brooker reid | |
She wandered through the garden fence | |
And said, ' i' ve brought at great expense | |
A potion guaranteed to bring | |
Relief from all your suffering.' | |
And though i said, ' you don' t exist,' | |
She grasped me firmly by the wrist | |
And threw me down upon my back | |
And strapped me to her torture rack | |
And, without further argument | |
I found my mind was also bent | |
Upon a course so devious | |
It only made my torment worse | |
She said, ' i see you cannot speak | |
Is it your voice that is too weak? | |
Is it your tongue that is to blame? | |
Maybe you cannot speak for shame. | |
Or has your brain been idle too, | |
And now it will not think for you?' | |
I hastened to make my reply | |
But found that i could only lie | |
And like a fool i believed myself | |
And thought i was somebody else | |
But she could see what i was then | |
And left me on my own again |
zuò cí : Brooker, Reid | |
brooker reid | |
She wandered through the garden fence | |
And said, ' i' ve brought at great expense | |
A potion guaranteed to bring | |
Relief from all your suffering.' | |
And though i said, ' you don' t exist,' | |
She grasped me firmly by the wrist | |
And threw me down upon my back | |
And strapped me to her torture rack | |
And, without further argument | |
I found my mind was also bent | |
Upon a course so devious | |
It only made my torment worse | |
She said, ' i see you cannot speak | |
Is it your voice that is too weak? | |
Is it your tongue that is to blame? | |
Maybe you cannot speak for shame. | |
Or has your brain been idle too, | |
And now it will not think for you?' | |
I hastened to make my reply | |
But found that i could only lie | |
And like a fool i believed myself | |
And thought i was somebody else | |
But she could see what i was then | |
And left me on my own again |