歌曲 | Winds Of The Old Days |
歌手 | Joan Baez |
专辑 | Diamonds & Rust |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Joan Baez |
[00:01.00] | 作词 : Baez |
[00:08.589] | The lady's adrift in a foreign land |
[00:13.347] | Singing on issues both humble and grand A |
[00:17.549] | decade flew past her and there on the page |
[00:21.853] | She read that the prince had returned to the stage |
[00:28.413] | Hovering near treacherous waters |
[00:32.766] | A friend saw her drifting and caught her |
[00:37.376] | Unguarded fantasies flying too far |
[00:41.983] | Memories tumbling like sweets from a jar And take me down to the harbor now Grapes of the summer are low on the bough |
[00:57.141] | Ghosts of my history will follow me there |
[01:01.443] | And the winds of the old days will blow through my hair |
[01:15.576] | Breath on an undying ember It doesn't take much to remember |
[01:23.791] | Those eloquent songs from the good old days |
[01:28.144] | That set us to marching with banners ablaze |
[01:34.601] | But reporters,there's no sense in prying |
[01:39.258] | Our blue-eyed son's been denying |
[01:43.670] | The truths that are wrapped in a mystery |
[01:48.22] | The sixties are over so set him free |
[01:54.433] | And take me down to the harbor now |
[01:59.339] | Grapes of the summer are low on the bough |
[02:03.795] | Ghosts of my history will follow me there |
[02:08.97] | And the winds of the old days will blow through my hair |
[02:22.25] | Why do I sit the autumnal judge |
[02:26.276] | Years of self-righteousness will not budge |
[02:30.682] | Singer or savior,it was his to choose |
[02:36.539] | Which of us knows what was his to lose |
[02:41.843] | Because idols are best when they're made of stone |
[02:46.143] | A savior's a nuisance to live with at home |
[02:50.543] | Stars often fall,heroes go unsung |
[02:56.45] | And martyrs most certainly die too young |
[03:01.45] | So thank you for writing the best songs |
[03:06.46] | Thank you for righting a few wrongs |
[03:10.446] | You're a savage gift on a wayward bus |
[03:15.49] | But you stepped down and you sang to us |
[03:21.462] | And get you down to the harbor now |
[03:26.216] | Most of the sour grapes are gone from the bough |
[03:30.717] | Ghosts of Johanna will visit you there |
[03:34.828] | And the winds of the old days will blow through your hair |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Joan Baez |
[00:01.00] | zuo ci : Baez |
[00:08.589] | The lady' s adrift in a foreign land |
[00:13.347] | Singing on issues both humble and grand A |
[00:17.549] | decade flew past her and there on the page |
[00:21.853] | She read that the prince had returned to the stage |
[00:28.413] | Hovering near treacherous waters |
[00:32.766] | A friend saw her drifting and caught her |
[00:37.376] | Unguarded fantasies flying too far |
[00:41.983] | Memories tumbling like sweets from a jar And take me down to the harbor now Grapes of the summer are low on the bough |
[00:57.141] | Ghosts of my history will follow me there |
[01:01.443] | And the winds of the old days will blow through my hair |
[01:15.576] | Breath on an undying ember It doesn' t take much to remember |
[01:23.791] | Those eloquent songs from the good old days |
[01:28.144] | That set us to marching with banners ablaze |
[01:34.601] | But reporters, there' s no sense in prying |
[01:39.258] | Our blueeyed son' s been denying |
[01:43.670] | The truths that are wrapped in a mystery |
[01:48.22] | The sixties are over so set him free |
[01:54.433] | And take me down to the harbor now |
[01:59.339] | Grapes of the summer are low on the bough |
[02:03.795] | Ghosts of my history will follow me there |
[02:08.97] | And the winds of the old days will blow through my hair |
[02:22.25] | Why do I sit the autumnal judge |
[02:26.276] | Years of selfrighteousness will not budge |
[02:30.682] | Singer or savior, it was his to choose |
[02:36.539] | Which of us knows what was his to lose |
[02:41.843] | Because idols are best when they' re made of stone |
[02:46.143] | A savior' s a nuisance to live with at home |
[02:50.543] | Stars often fall, heroes go unsung |
[02:56.45] | And martyrs most certainly die too young |
[03:01.45] | So thank you for writing the best songs |
[03:06.46] | Thank you for righting a few wrongs |
[03:10.446] | You' re a savage gift on a wayward bus |
[03:15.49] | But you stepped down and you sang to us |
[03:21.462] | And get you down to the harbor now |
[03:26.216] | Most of the sour grapes are gone from the bough |
[03:30.717] | Ghosts of Johanna will visit you there |
[03:34.828] | And the winds of the old days will blow through your hair |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Joan Baez |
[00:01.00] | zuò cí : Baez |
[00:08.589] | The lady' s adrift in a foreign land |
[00:13.347] | Singing on issues both humble and grand A |
[00:17.549] | decade flew past her and there on the page |
[00:21.853] | She read that the prince had returned to the stage |
[00:28.413] | Hovering near treacherous waters |
[00:32.766] | A friend saw her drifting and caught her |
[00:37.376] | Unguarded fantasies flying too far |
[00:41.983] | Memories tumbling like sweets from a jar And take me down to the harbor now Grapes of the summer are low on the bough |
[00:57.141] | Ghosts of my history will follow me there |
[01:01.443] | And the winds of the old days will blow through my hair |
[01:15.576] | Breath on an undying ember It doesn' t take much to remember |
[01:23.791] | Those eloquent songs from the good old days |
[01:28.144] | That set us to marching with banners ablaze |
[01:34.601] | But reporters, there' s no sense in prying |
[01:39.258] | Our blueeyed son' s been denying |
[01:43.670] | The truths that are wrapped in a mystery |
[01:48.22] | The sixties are over so set him free |
[01:54.433] | And take me down to the harbor now |
[01:59.339] | Grapes of the summer are low on the bough |
[02:03.795] | Ghosts of my history will follow me there |
[02:08.97] | And the winds of the old days will blow through my hair |
[02:22.25] | Why do I sit the autumnal judge |
[02:26.276] | Years of selfrighteousness will not budge |
[02:30.682] | Singer or savior, it was his to choose |
[02:36.539] | Which of us knows what was his to lose |
[02:41.843] | Because idols are best when they' re made of stone |
[02:46.143] | A savior' s a nuisance to live with at home |
[02:50.543] | Stars often fall, heroes go unsung |
[02:56.45] | And martyrs most certainly die too young |
[03:01.45] | So thank you for writing the best songs |
[03:06.46] | Thank you for righting a few wrongs |
[03:10.446] | You' re a savage gift on a wayward bus |
[03:15.49] | But you stepped down and you sang to us |
[03:21.462] | And get you down to the harbor now |
[03:26.216] | Most of the sour grapes are gone from the bough |
[03:30.717] | Ghosts of Johanna will visit you there |
[03:34.828] | And the winds of the old days will blow through your hair |
[00:08.589] | 那女孩漂泊在外 |
[00:13.347] | 歌唱着谦卑与伟大 |
[00:17.549] | 十年匆匆而过,她得知 |
[00:21.853] | 王子已重归舞台 |
[00:28.413] | 徘徊在变幻莫测的水域 |
[00:32.766] | 一位朋友看到她在漂泊,他发现 |
[00:37.376] | 她的思绪已飘向远方 |
[00:41.983] | 回忆像糖果从瓶子中倾倒一般,带着我到港口,夏季的葡萄沉甸甸地挂在树枝上 |
[00:57.141] | 过去生活中的点点滴滴,将随我到那里 |
[01:01.443] | 旧时的风将吹过我的头发 |
[01:15.576] | 在永恒的灰烬里呼吸,不需要太记得 |
[01:23.791] | 美好旧时里的动人歌曲 |
[01:28.144] | 尽管它们曾伴着我们,随着闪耀的旗帜游行 |
[01:34.601] | 但报道者们,窥探是没有意义的 |
[01:39.258] | 我们蓝眼睛的孩子一直否认 |
[01:43.670] | 隐含秘密的真相 |
[01:48.22] | 60年代已结束,所以让他自由吧 |
[01:54.433] | 带着我带港口 |
[01:59.339] | 夏季的葡萄沉甸甸地挂在树枝上 |
[02:03.795] | 过去生活中的点点滴滴,将随我到那里 |
[02:08.97] | 旧时的风将吹过我的头发 |
[02:22.25] | 为何我是秋天的法官 |
[02:26.276] | 多年的自以为是,已经无法改变 |
[02:30.682] | 歌唱家还是救世主,那是他的选择 |
[02:36.539] | 我们知道他失去了睡眠 |
[02:41.843] | 因为完美偶像必须坚如磐石 |
[02:46.143] | 救世主在家毫无用处 |
[02:50.543] | 明星陨落,英雄无名 |
[02:56.45] | 烈士必然英年早逝 |
[03:01.45] | 所以感谢你创作了最好的歌曲 |
[03:06.46] | 感谢你纠正了一些错误 |
[03:10.446] | 你是不羁公车上的原始礼物 |
[03:15.49] | 但你跳下车对我们唱歌 |
[03:21.462] | 现在你到达港口了 |
[03:26.216] | 树枝上的酸葡萄已被摘下 |
[03:30.717] | 与Johanna的往事将勾起你的回忆 |
[03:34.828] | 旧时的风将吹过你的发丝 |