歌曲 | Gifts from the Sea |
歌手 | San Sebastian Strings |
专辑 | The Sea |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Rod McKuen | |
Do see how easily we fit together | |
As if God's own hand had cradled only us? | |
And this beach town's population were but two | |
And this wide bed was but a child's cradle? | |
With room enough leftover for presents | |
Tomorrow, I'll buy you presents | |
Pomegranates and bread sticks | |
Tickets 'round the room and back | |
And red, red roses like everybody buys everybody | |
Everybody's got a diamond ring and Sunday shoes | |
Neckties and petticoats | |
Pistols and tennis balls | |
Everybody gets a sandwich sometimes | |
And a piece of cake | |
And ice cream if they're nice | |
But we've got us | |
I found a twenty dollar bill once when I was maybe ten | |
I bought a cardboard circus and a fountain pen and a jack-knife | |
Because I'd never had one before | |
My mother thought I'd stolen the money | |
But she checked around | |
And she believed me when I bought her perfume from the Dime Store | |
I was rich in those days | |
For a week, I had everything | |
I wish I'd known you then |
zuo ci : Rod McKuen | |
Do see how easily we fit together | |
As if God' s own hand had cradled only us? | |
And this beach town' s population were but two | |
And this wide bed was but a child' s cradle? | |
With room enough leftover for presents | |
Tomorrow, I' ll buy you presents | |
Pomegranates and bread sticks | |
Tickets ' round the room and back | |
And red, red roses like everybody buys everybody | |
Everybody' s got a diamond ring and Sunday shoes | |
Neckties and petticoats | |
Pistols and tennis balls | |
Everybody gets a sandwich sometimes | |
And a piece of cake | |
And ice cream if they' re nice | |
But we' ve got us | |
I found a twenty dollar bill once when I was maybe ten | |
I bought a cardboard circus and a fountain pen and a jackknife | |
Because I' d never had one before | |
My mother thought I' d stolen the money | |
But she checked around | |
And she believed me when I bought her perfume from the Dime Store | |
I was rich in those days | |
For a week, I had everything | |
I wish I' d known you then |
zuò cí : Rod McKuen | |
Do see how easily we fit together | |
As if God' s own hand had cradled only us? | |
And this beach town' s population were but two | |
And this wide bed was but a child' s cradle? | |
With room enough leftover for presents | |
Tomorrow, I' ll buy you presents | |
Pomegranates and bread sticks | |
Tickets ' round the room and back | |
And red, red roses like everybody buys everybody | |
Everybody' s got a diamond ring and Sunday shoes | |
Neckties and petticoats | |
Pistols and tennis balls | |
Everybody gets a sandwich sometimes | |
And a piece of cake | |
And ice cream if they' re nice | |
But we' ve got us | |
I found a twenty dollar bill once when I was maybe ten | |
I bought a cardboard circus and a fountain pen and a jackknife | |
Because I' d never had one before | |
My mother thought I' d stolen the money | |
But she checked around | |
And she believed me when I bought her perfume from the Dime Store | |
I was rich in those days | |
For a week, I had everything | |
I wish I' d known you then |