歌曲 | Celia's Garden |
歌手 | The Dimes |
专辑 | The King Can Drink the Harbour Dry |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Clay | |
Fifth avenue, noon in the corner saloon | |
Watchin the september moonrise | |
Connecticut barns put on their charms, | |
They'll make you wise | |
The red cross nurse follows a hearse, | |
You know she's silently weepin | |
But like the woods in the fall, | |
She's sheddin her tears after all | |
And by the early mornin calm | |
All her worries will be gone | |
And she'll be lyin there in celia's garden | |
Now battery park sat in the dark | |
Under the late afternoon skies | |
While the messengers march | |
By washington arch | |
He'll put you wise | |
The etcher, in awe, | |
She stare at tangara | |
You know she's silently weepin | |
But while the bricklayers fall, | |
She's already dressed for the ball | |
And by the early mornin calm | |
All her worries will be gone | |
And she'll be lyin there in celia's garden |
zuo qu : Clay | |
Fifth avenue, noon in the corner saloon | |
Watchin the september moonrise | |
Connecticut barns put on their charms, | |
They' ll make you wise | |
The red cross nurse follows a hearse, | |
You know she' s silently weepin | |
But like the woods in the fall, | |
She' s sheddin her tears after all | |
And by the early mornin calm | |
All her worries will be gone | |
And she' ll be lyin there in celia' s garden | |
Now battery park sat in the dark | |
Under the late afternoon skies | |
While the messengers march | |
By washington arch | |
He' ll put you wise | |
The etcher, in awe, | |
She stare at tangara | |
You know she' s silently weepin | |
But while the bricklayers fall, | |
She' s already dressed for the ball | |
And by the early mornin calm | |
All her worries will be gone | |
And she' ll be lyin there in celia' s garden |
zuò qǔ : Clay | |
Fifth avenue, noon in the corner saloon | |
Watchin the september moonrise | |
Connecticut barns put on their charms, | |
They' ll make you wise | |
The red cross nurse follows a hearse, | |
You know she' s silently weepin | |
But like the woods in the fall, | |
She' s sheddin her tears after all | |
And by the early mornin calm | |
All her worries will be gone | |
And she' ll be lyin there in celia' s garden | |
Now battery park sat in the dark | |
Under the late afternoon skies | |
While the messengers march | |
By washington arch | |
He' ll put you wise | |
The etcher, in awe, | |
She stare at tangara | |
You know she' s silently weepin | |
But while the bricklayers fall, | |
She' s already dressed for the ball | |
And by the early mornin calm | |
All her worries will be gone | |
And she' ll be lyin there in celia' s garden |