歌曲 | The Boy Who Never Cried |
歌手 | Steve Earle |
专辑 | Transcendental Blues |
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作词 : Earle | |
Long ago and far away | |
In a land no map can find | |
There lived in long forgotten days | |
A boy who never cried | |
He was his mother's only child | |
So she never wondered why | |
Until the news spread far and wide | |
Of a boy who never cried | |
From fabled lands the pilgrims came | |
To behold the silent child | |
In ancient tones they sang his name | |
Over every lonely mile | |
There were those who came in reverence | |
There were those who stood outside | |
And whispered low in quatrains dim | |
Of a boy who never cried | |
Days grew long and short until | |
The seasons turned to years | |
The child grew strong and fairer still | |
With a face unstained by tears | |
And every maid and lady fair | |
Held her breath when he passed by | |
For their mothers bid them all beware | |
Of a man who never cries | |
He lived alone for all his years | |
And then on the day he died | |
He shed a single precious tear for a boy who never cried |
zuo ci : Earle | |
Long ago and far away | |
In a land no map can find | |
There lived in long forgotten days | |
A boy who never cried | |
He was his mother' s only child | |
So she never wondered why | |
Until the news spread far and wide | |
Of a boy who never cried | |
From fabled lands the pilgrims came | |
To behold the silent child | |
In ancient tones they sang his name | |
Over every lonely mile | |
There were those who came in reverence | |
There were those who stood outside | |
And whispered low in quatrains dim | |
Of a boy who never cried | |
Days grew long and short until | |
The seasons turned to years | |
The child grew strong and fairer still | |
With a face unstained by tears | |
And every maid and lady fair | |
Held her breath when he passed by | |
For their mothers bid them all beware | |
Of a man who never cries | |
He lived alone for all his years | |
And then on the day he died | |
He shed a single precious tear for a boy who never cried |
zuò cí : Earle | |
Long ago and far away | |
In a land no map can find | |
There lived in long forgotten days | |
A boy who never cried | |
He was his mother' s only child | |
So she never wondered why | |
Until the news spread far and wide | |
Of a boy who never cried | |
From fabled lands the pilgrims came | |
To behold the silent child | |
In ancient tones they sang his name | |
Over every lonely mile | |
There were those who came in reverence | |
There were those who stood outside | |
And whispered low in quatrains dim | |
Of a boy who never cried | |
Days grew long and short until | |
The seasons turned to years | |
The child grew strong and fairer still | |
With a face unstained by tears | |
And every maid and lady fair | |
Held her breath when he passed by | |
For their mothers bid them all beware | |
Of a man who never cries | |
He lived alone for all his years | |
And then on the day he died | |
He shed a single precious tear for a boy who never cried |