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The Hitchhikers' Song

	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)

	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