歌曲 | The Hitchhikers' Song |
歌手 | Joan Baez |
专辑 | Blessed Are... |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Baez | |
(Words and Music by Joan Baez) | |
When the mist rolls in on Highway One | |
like a curtain to the day | |
A thousand silhouettes hold out their thumbs | |
and I see them and I say | |
You are my children | |
my sweet children | |
I am your poet. | |
With hair just like the burning tree of Moses | |
the girl beside you is your twin | |
Behind your fiery make-up you should know this | |
I am your sister, I am your kin, your flesh and kin | |
I'll write this tune | |
in matching phrases | |
just to show it | |
You are the orphans in an age | |
of no tomorrows | |
and with your walking you wage a war | |
against the sorrows | |
Your fathers left you | |
a row to hoe | |
and you'll hoe it. | |
If I could write you easy directions | |
on a list | |
you would not read it, you could not see it | |
for the mist | |
Besides my pen is | |
very righteous | |
and I know it. | |
So walk to the edges of a dying kingdom | |
There's one more summer just around the bend | |
The amber in your smile is brave and winsome | |
for though your highway has no end, it never ends | |
There is still the sky | |
the windy cliff | |
and the sea below it | |
I'd take an angel's ram horn trumpet | |
and I'd blow it | |
I'd blow it. | |
© 1970, 1971 Chandos Music (ASCAP) |
zuo ci : Baez | |
Words and Music by Joan Baez | |
When the mist rolls in on Highway One | |
like a curtain to the day | |
A thousand silhouettes hold out their thumbs | |
and I see them and I say | |
You are my children | |
my sweet children | |
I am your poet. | |
With hair just like the burning tree of Moses | |
the girl beside you is your twin | |
Behind your fiery makeup you should know this | |
I am your sister, I am your kin, your flesh and kin | |
I' ll write this tune | |
in matching phrases | |
just to show it | |
You are the orphans in an age | |
of no tomorrows | |
and with your walking you wage a war | |
against the sorrows | |
Your fathers left you | |
a row to hoe | |
and you' ll hoe it. | |
If I could write you easy directions | |
on a list | |
you would not read it, you could not see it | |
for the mist | |
Besides my pen is | |
very righteous | |
and I know it. | |
So walk to the edges of a dying kingdom | |
There' s one more summer just around the bend | |
The amber in your smile is brave and winsome | |
for though your highway has no end, it never ends | |
There is still the sky | |
the windy cliff | |
and the sea below it | |
I' d take an angel' s ram horn trumpet | |
and I' d blow it | |
I' d blow it. | |
1970, 1971 Chandos Music ASCAP |
zuò cí : Baez | |
Words and Music by Joan Baez | |
When the mist rolls in on Highway One | |
like a curtain to the day | |
A thousand silhouettes hold out their thumbs | |
and I see them and I say | |
You are my children | |
my sweet children | |
I am your poet. | |
With hair just like the burning tree of Moses | |
the girl beside you is your twin | |
Behind your fiery makeup you should know this | |
I am your sister, I am your kin, your flesh and kin | |
I' ll write this tune | |
in matching phrases | |
just to show it | |
You are the orphans in an age | |
of no tomorrows | |
and with your walking you wage a war | |
against the sorrows | |
Your fathers left you | |
a row to hoe | |
and you' ll hoe it. | |
If I could write you easy directions | |
on a list | |
you would not read it, you could not see it | |
for the mist | |
Besides my pen is | |
very righteous | |
and I know it. | |
So walk to the edges of a dying kingdom | |
There' s one more summer just around the bend | |
The amber in your smile is brave and winsome | |
for though your highway has no end, it never ends | |
There is still the sky | |
the windy cliff | |
and the sea below it | |
I' d take an angel' s ram horn trumpet | |
and I' d blow it | |
I' d blow it. | |
1970, 1971 Chandos Music ASCAP |