Dancing In The Meadow 歌词
| 歌曲 | Dancing In The Meadow |
| 歌手 | Michael Martin Murphey |
| 专辑 | Buckaroo Bluegrass |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Murphey | |
| DANClNG IN | |
| THE MEADOW | |
| Michael Martin | |
| MurpheyWhen the snow-fields thaw and the stream beds crawl to the waterfall and river, | |
| I'll turn my face to the bright green space of the mother, my life-giver. | |
| No man has made a ring of jade like green corn in the husk. | |
| No man could own a turquoise stone as deep blue as the dusk. | |
| So come away from your working day and laugh and let your head go, | |
| And bring along an old-time song for dancing in the meadow. | |
| Leave your bedside for a moonlight ride where the midnight air is warmer. | |
| We'll sing for the quail and the cottontail who still escapes the farmer. | |
| Deep plum thickets and bramble bushes where the quiet creatures hide | |
| Are part of me, a mystery which | |
| I accept with pride. | |
| If I must stay and lay all day like a march hare in hedgerow, | |
| When the hunter's gone, it's all night long, for dancing in the meadow. | |
| When the summer's over and come | |
| October when the evening air is crisper, | |
| In the mist and smoke by the twisted oak, | |
| I'll listen to the branches whisper. | |
| Barn dancers reel, the furrowed field must yield and quickly turn. | |
| Harvest gone, the hoot-owl song is one we now must learn."Who, who, who are you?" and "If it's you, who said so?""Who could it be?" "It's only me. I'm dancing in the meadow." | |
| When the seasons pass and the hourglass has all too quickly shattered, | |
| You'll lay me low beneath the snow and wonder if | |
| I mattered. | |
| Late in the night, your hair gone white will surely stand on end. | |
| You'll hear me sing, my banjo ring, the voice of your old friend. | |
| If you get brave, run to my grave and holler, "Are you dead?" "No!" | |
| No tombstone can cover my bones. | |
| I'm dancing in the meadow.[Sung by Michael Martin Murphey on "Swans against the Sun" and "Wildfire 1972-1984."] |
| zuo qu : Murphey | |
| DANClNG IN | |
| THE MEADOW | |
| Michael Martin | |
| MurpheyWhen the snowfields thaw and the stream beds crawl to the waterfall and river, | |
| I' ll turn my face to the bright green space of the mother, my lifegiver. | |
| No man has made a ring of jade like green corn in the husk. | |
| No man could own a turquoise stone as deep blue as the dusk. | |
| So come away from your working day and laugh and let your head go, | |
| And bring along an oldtime song for dancing in the meadow. | |
| Leave your bedside for a moonlight ride where the midnight air is warmer. | |
| We' ll sing for the quail and the cottontail who still escapes the farmer. | |
| Deep plum thickets and bramble bushes where the quiet creatures hide | |
| Are part of me, a mystery which | |
| I accept with pride. | |
| If I must stay and lay all day like a march hare in hedgerow, | |
| When the hunter' s gone, it' s all night long, for dancing in the meadow. | |
| When the summer' s over and come | |
| October when the evening air is crisper, | |
| In the mist and smoke by the twisted oak, | |
| I' ll listen to the branches whisper. | |
| Barn dancers reel, the furrowed field must yield and quickly turn. | |
| Harvest gone, the hootowl song is one we now must learn." Who, who, who are you?" and " If it' s you, who said so?"" Who could it be?" " It' s only me. I' m dancing in the meadow." | |
| When the seasons pass and the hourglass has all too quickly shattered, | |
| You' ll lay me low beneath the snow and wonder if | |
| I mattered. | |
| Late in the night, your hair gone white will surely stand on end. | |
| You' ll hear me sing, my banjo ring, the voice of your old friend. | |
| If you get brave, run to my grave and holler, " Are you dead?" " No!" | |
| No tombstone can cover my bones. | |
| I' m dancing in the meadow. Sung by Michael Martin Murphey on " Swans against the Sun" and " Wildfire 19721984." |
| zuò qǔ : Murphey | |
| DANClNG IN | |
| THE MEADOW | |
| Michael Martin | |
| MurpheyWhen the snowfields thaw and the stream beds crawl to the waterfall and river, | |
| I' ll turn my face to the bright green space of the mother, my lifegiver. | |
| No man has made a ring of jade like green corn in the husk. | |
| No man could own a turquoise stone as deep blue as the dusk. | |
| So come away from your working day and laugh and let your head go, | |
| And bring along an oldtime song for dancing in the meadow. | |
| Leave your bedside for a moonlight ride where the midnight air is warmer. | |
| We' ll sing for the quail and the cottontail who still escapes the farmer. | |
| Deep plum thickets and bramble bushes where the quiet creatures hide | |
| Are part of me, a mystery which | |
| I accept with pride. | |
| If I must stay and lay all day like a march hare in hedgerow, | |
| When the hunter' s gone, it' s all night long, for dancing in the meadow. | |
| When the summer' s over and come | |
| October when the evening air is crisper, | |
| In the mist and smoke by the twisted oak, | |
| I' ll listen to the branches whisper. | |
| Barn dancers reel, the furrowed field must yield and quickly turn. | |
| Harvest gone, the hootowl song is one we now must learn." Who, who, who are you?" and " If it' s you, who said so?"" Who could it be?" " It' s only me. I' m dancing in the meadow." | |
| When the seasons pass and the hourglass has all too quickly shattered, | |
| You' ll lay me low beneath the snow and wonder if | |
| I mattered. | |
| Late in the night, your hair gone white will surely stand on end. | |
| You' ll hear me sing, my banjo ring, the voice of your old friend. | |
| If you get brave, run to my grave and holler, " Are you dead?" " No!" | |
| No tombstone can cover my bones. | |
| I' m dancing in the meadow. Sung by Michael Martin Murphey on " Swans against the Sun" and " Wildfire 19721984." |
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