歌曲 | Potter's Field |
歌手 | A Different Thread |
专辑 | On a Whim |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Alicia Broeksmit Best | |
作曲 : Alicia Broeksmit Best/Robert Edward Jackson | |
They don’t know I came to town in my wedding dress | |
My shoes were shined, I tried my very best | |
He took my name and he gave me his | |
But I’d rather none than a name like this | |
Lay me in a shallow grave | |
Wrap me in a linen shroud | |
I would settle for a stone without a name | |
Out in the potter’s field | |
I never spoke about the silk and the satin too | |
That he gave to me to hide the black and blue | |
But in the dead of night and behind closed doors | |
His rage was never satisfied with more | |
Lay me in a shallow grave | |
Wrap me in a linen shroud | |
I would settle for a stone without a name | |
Out in the potter’s field | |
You should’ve seen me on the night I left | |
Bare feet on the floor and part way dressed | |
But it starts in the fingers and it moves from there | |
A frozen girl on the old church stairs | |
Lay me in a shallow grave | |
Wrap me in a linen shroud | |
I would settle for a stone without a name | |
Out in the potter’s field | |
Well the prettiest thing I’ve seen since I left the farm | |
Was the frost shining in the morning sun | |
And the care with which the old man lay me down | |
As if he’d lost a daughter of his own | |
Lay me in a shallow grave | |
Wrap me in a linen shroud | |
I would settle for a stone without a name | |
Out in the potter’s fieldLay me in a shallow grave | |
Wrap me in a linen shroud | |
I would settle for a stone without a name | |
Out in the potter’s field | |
Lay me in a shallow grave | |
Wrap me in a linen shroud | |
I would settle for a stone without a name | |
Out in the potter’s field | |
I would settle for a stone without a name |
zuo ci : Alicia Broeksmit Best | |
zuo qu : Alicia Broeksmit Best Robert Edward Jackson | |
They don' t know I came to town in my wedding dress | |
My shoes were shined, I tried my very best | |
He took my name and he gave me his | |
But I' d rather none than a name like this | |
Lay me in a shallow grave | |
Wrap me in a linen shroud | |
I would settle for a stone without a name | |
Out in the potter' s field | |
I never spoke about the silk and the satin too | |
That he gave to me to hide the black and blue | |
But in the dead of night and behind closed doors | |
His rage was never satisfied with more | |
Lay me in a shallow grave | |
Wrap me in a linen shroud | |
I would settle for a stone without a name | |
Out in the potter' s field | |
You should' ve seen me on the night I left | |
Bare feet on the floor and part way dressed | |
But it starts in the fingers and it moves from there | |
A frozen girl on the old church stairs | |
Lay me in a shallow grave | |
Wrap me in a linen shroud | |
I would settle for a stone without a name | |
Out in the potter' s field | |
Well the prettiest thing I' ve seen since I left the farm | |
Was the frost shining in the morning sun | |
And the care with which the old man lay me down | |
As if he' d lost a daughter of his own | |
Lay me in a shallow grave | |
Wrap me in a linen shroud | |
I would settle for a stone without a name | |
Out in the potter' s fieldLay me in a shallow grave | |
Wrap me in a linen shroud | |
I would settle for a stone without a name | |
Out in the potter' s field | |
Lay me in a shallow grave | |
Wrap me in a linen shroud | |
I would settle for a stone without a name | |
Out in the potter' s field | |
I would settle for a stone without a name |
zuò cí : Alicia Broeksmit Best | |
zuò qǔ : Alicia Broeksmit Best Robert Edward Jackson | |
They don' t know I came to town in my wedding dress | |
My shoes were shined, I tried my very best | |
He took my name and he gave me his | |
But I' d rather none than a name like this | |
Lay me in a shallow grave | |
Wrap me in a linen shroud | |
I would settle for a stone without a name | |
Out in the potter' s field | |
I never spoke about the silk and the satin too | |
That he gave to me to hide the black and blue | |
But in the dead of night and behind closed doors | |
His rage was never satisfied with more | |
Lay me in a shallow grave | |
Wrap me in a linen shroud | |
I would settle for a stone without a name | |
Out in the potter' s field | |
You should' ve seen me on the night I left | |
Bare feet on the floor and part way dressed | |
But it starts in the fingers and it moves from there | |
A frozen girl on the old church stairs | |
Lay me in a shallow grave | |
Wrap me in a linen shroud | |
I would settle for a stone without a name | |
Out in the potter' s field | |
Well the prettiest thing I' ve seen since I left the farm | |
Was the frost shining in the morning sun | |
And the care with which the old man lay me down | |
As if he' d lost a daughter of his own | |
Lay me in a shallow grave | |
Wrap me in a linen shroud | |
I would settle for a stone without a name | |
Out in the potter' s fieldLay me in a shallow grave | |
Wrap me in a linen shroud | |
I would settle for a stone without a name | |
Out in the potter' s field | |
Lay me in a shallow grave | |
Wrap me in a linen shroud | |
I would settle for a stone without a name | |
Out in the potter' s field | |
I would settle for a stone without a name |