歌曲 | Wretched Wilbur - Demo |
歌手 | Sandy Denny |
专辑 | The North Star Grassman and The Ravens |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Denny | |
The summer was the reason | |
Why it took so long to see | |
That even if i do possess | |
Some seeds of honesty, | |
There is no garden, | |
So how come i have no land? | |
I shall be waiting here awhile | |
To see what comes to hand. | |
Misers mise and compromise; | |
I know what i have seen. | |
The wanderers are in the east; | |
That's where i should have been. | |
But i did not go there; | |
I couldn't find the way. | |
I do believe i made a try, | |
But i really couldn't say. | |
Oh, that wretched wilbur, | |
He keeps ploughing up the land. | |
He fights the battle thoughtfully | |
With roses in his hands. | |
But where is the fight now? | |
So play us your merry song. | |
The autumn, it has blown away, | |
And the winter, it is long. |
zuo ci : Denny | |
The summer was the reason | |
Why it took so long to see | |
That even if i do possess | |
Some seeds of honesty, | |
There is no garden, | |
So how come i have no land? | |
I shall be waiting here awhile | |
To see what comes to hand. | |
Misers mise and compromise | |
I know what i have seen. | |
The wanderers are in the east | |
That' s where i should have been. | |
But i did not go there | |
I couldn' t find the way. | |
I do believe i made a try, | |
But i really couldn' t say. | |
Oh, that wretched wilbur, | |
He keeps ploughing up the land. | |
He fights the battle thoughtfully | |
With roses in his hands. | |
But where is the fight now? | |
So play us your merry song. | |
The autumn, it has blown away, | |
And the winter, it is long. |
zuò cí : Denny | |
The summer was the reason | |
Why it took so long to see | |
That even if i do possess | |
Some seeds of honesty, | |
There is no garden, | |
So how come i have no land? | |
I shall be waiting here awhile | |
To see what comes to hand. | |
Misers mise and compromise | |
I know what i have seen. | |
The wanderers are in the east | |
That' s where i should have been. | |
But i did not go there | |
I couldn' t find the way. | |
I do believe i made a try, | |
But i really couldn' t say. | |
Oh, that wretched wilbur, | |
He keeps ploughing up the land. | |
He fights the battle thoughtfully | |
With roses in his hands. | |
But where is the fight now? | |
So play us your merry song. | |
The autumn, it has blown away, | |
And the winter, it is long. |