歌曲 | Darby's Castle |
歌手 | Kris Kristofferson |
专辑 | Original Album Classics |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Kristofferson | |
See the ruin on the hill where the smoke is hanging still | |
Like an echo of an age long forgotten; | |
There's a story of a home crushed beneath those blackened stones | |
And the roof which fell before the beams were rotten. | |
Cecil darby loved his wife, and he laboured all his life | |
To provide her with material possessions; | |
And he built for her a home of the finest wood and stone | |
And the building soon became his sole obsession. | |
Oh, it took three hundred days for the timbers to be raised | |
And the silhouette was seen for miles around; | |
And the gables reached as high as the eagles in the sky - | |
But it only took one night to bring it down, | |
When darby's castle tumbled to the ground. | |
Though they shared a common bed there was precious little said | |
In the moments that were set aside for sleeping: | |
For his busy dreams were filled with the rooms he'd yet to build | |
And he never heard young ellen darby weeping. | |
Then one night he heard a sound, as he laid his pencil down, | |
And he traced it to her door and turned the handle; | |
And the pale light of the moon through the window of the room | |
Split the shadows where two bodies lay entangled. | |
Oh, it took three hundred days for the timbers to be raised | |
And the silhouette was seen for miles around; | |
And the gables reached as high as the eagles in the sky - | |
But it only took one night to bring it down, | |
When darby's castle tumbled to the ground. |
zuo ci : Kristofferson | |
See the ruin on the hill where the smoke is hanging still | |
Like an echo of an age long forgotten | |
There' s a story of a home crushed beneath those blackened stones | |
And the roof which fell before the beams were rotten. | |
Cecil darby loved his wife, and he laboured all his life | |
To provide her with material possessions | |
And he built for her a home of the finest wood and stone | |
And the building soon became his sole obsession. | |
Oh, it took three hundred days for the timbers to be raised | |
And the silhouette was seen for miles around | |
And the gables reached as high as the eagles in the sky | |
But it only took one night to bring it down, | |
When darby' s castle tumbled to the ground. | |
Though they shared a common bed there was precious little said | |
In the moments that were set aside for sleeping: | |
For his busy dreams were filled with the rooms he' d yet to build | |
And he never heard young ellen darby weeping. | |
Then one night he heard a sound, as he laid his pencil down, | |
And he traced it to her door and turned the handle | |
And the pale light of the moon through the window of the room | |
Split the shadows where two bodies lay entangled. | |
Oh, it took three hundred days for the timbers to be raised | |
And the silhouette was seen for miles around | |
And the gables reached as high as the eagles in the sky | |
But it only took one night to bring it down, | |
When darby' s castle tumbled to the ground. |
zuò cí : Kristofferson | |
See the ruin on the hill where the smoke is hanging still | |
Like an echo of an age long forgotten | |
There' s a story of a home crushed beneath those blackened stones | |
And the roof which fell before the beams were rotten. | |
Cecil darby loved his wife, and he laboured all his life | |
To provide her with material possessions | |
And he built for her a home of the finest wood and stone | |
And the building soon became his sole obsession. | |
Oh, it took three hundred days for the timbers to be raised | |
And the silhouette was seen for miles around | |
And the gables reached as high as the eagles in the sky | |
But it only took one night to bring it down, | |
When darby' s castle tumbled to the ground. | |
Though they shared a common bed there was precious little said | |
In the moments that were set aside for sleeping: | |
For his busy dreams were filled with the rooms he' d yet to build | |
And he never heard young ellen darby weeping. | |
Then one night he heard a sound, as he laid his pencil down, | |
And he traced it to her door and turned the handle | |
And the pale light of the moon through the window of the room | |
Split the shadows where two bodies lay entangled. | |
Oh, it took three hundred days for the timbers to be raised | |
And the silhouette was seen for miles around | |
And the gables reached as high as the eagles in the sky | |
But it only took one night to bring it down, | |
When darby' s castle tumbled to the ground. |