歌曲 | Honest Lullaby |
歌手 | Joan Baez |
专辑 | Honest Lullaby |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Baez | |
Early early in the game | |
I taught myself to sing and play | |
And use a little trickery | |
On kids who never favored me | |
Those were years of crinoline slips | |
And cotton skirts and swinging hips | |
And dangerously painted lips | |
And stars of stage and screen | |
Pedal pushers, ankle socks | |
Padded bras and campus jocks | |
Who hid their vernal equinox | |
In pairs of faded jeans | |
And slept at home resentfully | |
Coveting their dreams | |
And often have I wondered | |
How the years and I survived | |
I had a mother who sang to me | |
An honest lullaby | |
Yellow, brown, and black and white | |
Our Father bless us all tonight | |
I bowed my head at the football games | |
And closed the prayer in Jesus' name | |
Lusting after football heroes | |
tough Pachuco, little Neroes | |
Forfeiting my A's for zeroes | |
Futures unforeseen | |
Spending all my energy | |
In keeping my virginity | |
And living in a fantasy | |
In love with Jimmy Dean | |
If you will be my king, Jimmy, Jimmy, | |
I will be your queen | |
And often have I wondered | |
How the years and I survived | |
I had a mother who sang to me | |
An honest lullaby | |
I travelled all around the world | |
And knew more than the other girls | |
Of foreign languages and schools | |
Paris, Rome and Istanbul | |
But those things never worked for me | |
The town was much too small you see | |
And people have a way of being | |
Even smaller yet | |
But all the same though life is hard | |
And no one promised me a garden | |
Of roses, so I did okay | |
I took what I could get | |
And did the things that I might do | |
For those less fortunate | |
And often have I wondered | |
How the years and I survived | |
I had a mother who sang to me | |
An honest lullaby | |
Now look at you, you must be growing | |
A quarter of an inch a day | |
You've already lived near half the years | |
You'll be when you go away | |
With your teddy bears and alligators | |
Enterprise communicators | |
All the tiny aviators head into the sky | |
And while the others play with you | |
I hope to find a way with you | |
And sometimes spend a day with you | |
I'll catch you as you fly | |
Or if I'm worth a mother's salt | |
I'll wave as you go by | |
And if you should ever wonder | |
How the years and you'll survive | |
Honey, you've got a mother who sings to you | |
Dances on the strings for you | |
Opens her heart and brings to you | |
An honest lullaby |
zuo ci : Baez | |
Early early in the game | |
I taught myself to sing and play | |
And use a little trickery | |
On kids who never favored me | |
Those were years of crinoline slips | |
And cotton skirts and swinging hips | |
And dangerously painted lips | |
And stars of stage and screen | |
Pedal pushers, ankle socks | |
Padded bras and campus jocks | |
Who hid their vernal equinox | |
In pairs of faded jeans | |
And slept at home resentfully | |
Coveting their dreams | |
And often have I wondered | |
How the years and I survived | |
I had a mother who sang to me | |
An honest lullaby | |
Yellow, brown, and black and white | |
Our Father bless us all tonight | |
I bowed my head at the football games | |
And closed the prayer in Jesus' name | |
Lusting after football heroes | |
tough Pachuco, little Neroes | |
Forfeiting my A' s for zeroes | |
Futures unforeseen | |
Spending all my energy | |
In keeping my virginity | |
And living in a fantasy | |
In love with Jimmy Dean | |
If you will be my king, Jimmy, Jimmy, | |
I will be your queen | |
And often have I wondered | |
How the years and I survived | |
I had a mother who sang to me | |
An honest lullaby | |
I travelled all around the world | |
And knew more than the other girls | |
Of foreign languages and schools | |
Paris, Rome and Istanbul | |
But those things never worked for me | |
The town was much too small you see | |
And people have a way of being | |
Even smaller yet | |
But all the same though life is hard | |
And no one promised me a garden | |
Of roses, so I did okay | |
I took what I could get | |
And did the things that I might do | |
For those less fortunate | |
And often have I wondered | |
How the years and I survived | |
I had a mother who sang to me | |
An honest lullaby | |
Now look at you, you must be growing | |
A quarter of an inch a day | |
You' ve already lived near half the years | |
You' ll be when you go away | |
With your teddy bears and alligators | |
Enterprise communicators | |
All the tiny aviators head into the sky | |
And while the others play with you | |
I hope to find a way with you | |
And sometimes spend a day with you | |
I' ll catch you as you fly | |
Or if I' m worth a mother' s salt | |
I' ll wave as you go by | |
And if you should ever wonder | |
How the years and you' ll survive | |
Honey, you' ve got a mother who sings to you | |
Dances on the strings for you | |
Opens her heart and brings to you | |
An honest lullaby |
zuò cí : Baez | |
Early early in the game | |
I taught myself to sing and play | |
And use a little trickery | |
On kids who never favored me | |
Those were years of crinoline slips | |
And cotton skirts and swinging hips | |
And dangerously painted lips | |
And stars of stage and screen | |
Pedal pushers, ankle socks | |
Padded bras and campus jocks | |
Who hid their vernal equinox | |
In pairs of faded jeans | |
And slept at home resentfully | |
Coveting their dreams | |
And often have I wondered | |
How the years and I survived | |
I had a mother who sang to me | |
An honest lullaby | |
Yellow, brown, and black and white | |
Our Father bless us all tonight | |
I bowed my head at the football games | |
And closed the prayer in Jesus' name | |
Lusting after football heroes | |
tough Pachuco, little Neroes | |
Forfeiting my A' s for zeroes | |
Futures unforeseen | |
Spending all my energy | |
In keeping my virginity | |
And living in a fantasy | |
In love with Jimmy Dean | |
If you will be my king, Jimmy, Jimmy, | |
I will be your queen | |
And often have I wondered | |
How the years and I survived | |
I had a mother who sang to me | |
An honest lullaby | |
I travelled all around the world | |
And knew more than the other girls | |
Of foreign languages and schools | |
Paris, Rome and Istanbul | |
But those things never worked for me | |
The town was much too small you see | |
And people have a way of being | |
Even smaller yet | |
But all the same though life is hard | |
And no one promised me a garden | |
Of roses, so I did okay | |
I took what I could get | |
And did the things that I might do | |
For those less fortunate | |
And often have I wondered | |
How the years and I survived | |
I had a mother who sang to me | |
An honest lullaby | |
Now look at you, you must be growing | |
A quarter of an inch a day | |
You' ve already lived near half the years | |
You' ll be when you go away | |
With your teddy bears and alligators | |
Enterprise communicators | |
All the tiny aviators head into the sky | |
And while the others play with you | |
I hope to find a way with you | |
And sometimes spend a day with you | |
I' ll catch you as you fly | |
Or if I' m worth a mother' s salt | |
I' ll wave as you go by | |
And if you should ever wonder | |
How the years and you' ll survive | |
Honey, you' ve got a mother who sings to you | |
Dances on the strings for you | |
Opens her heart and brings to you | |
An honest lullaby |