歌曲 | Puppies |
歌手 | The Incredible String Band |
专辑 | Wee Tam |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Heron | |
Even the birds when they sing | |
It's not everything to them | |
Fiddle-head ferns and daffodils | |
Made me want to play | |
To the puppies having their little breakfast | |
So I picked up six fine strings | |
And I began to play | |
What I thought that new | |
Born fur would like best | |
Hey, hey, such a new born morn | |
Hey, hey, the puppies they have gone | |
Left me here holding this song | |
Music is so much less than what you are | |
Just how far can you take me | |
How far can you take me, Mother Nina | |
Before I'm on my own | |
Don't imagine that the pretty flower can sing a song | |
When the sun makes it's sap to rise | |
One by one the chorus swells till it's a mighty noise | |
Are you sure that it's not a silence? | |
Even the birds when they sing | |
It's not everything to them | |
Even the birds when they sing | |
Spread their wings to heaven and fly away. |
zuo ci : Heron | |
Even the birds when they sing | |
It' s not everything to them | |
Fiddlehead ferns and daffodils | |
Made me want to play | |
To the puppies having their little breakfast | |
So I picked up six fine strings | |
And I began to play | |
What I thought that new | |
Born fur would like best | |
Hey, hey, such a new born morn | |
Hey, hey, the puppies they have gone | |
Left me here holding this song | |
Music is so much less than what you are | |
Just how far can you take me | |
How far can you take me, Mother Nina | |
Before I' m on my own | |
Don' t imagine that the pretty flower can sing a song | |
When the sun makes it' s sap to rise | |
One by one the chorus swells till it' s a mighty noise | |
Are you sure that it' s not a silence? | |
Even the birds when they sing | |
It' s not everything to them | |
Even the birds when they sing | |
Spread their wings to heaven and fly away. |
zuò cí : Heron | |
Even the birds when they sing | |
It' s not everything to them | |
Fiddlehead ferns and daffodils | |
Made me want to play | |
To the puppies having their little breakfast | |
So I picked up six fine strings | |
And I began to play | |
What I thought that new | |
Born fur would like best | |
Hey, hey, such a new born morn | |
Hey, hey, the puppies they have gone | |
Left me here holding this song | |
Music is so much less than what you are | |
Just how far can you take me | |
How far can you take me, Mother Nina | |
Before I' m on my own | |
Don' t imagine that the pretty flower can sing a song | |
When the sun makes it' s sap to rise | |
One by one the chorus swells till it' s a mighty noise | |
Are you sure that it' s not a silence? | |
Even the birds when they sing | |
It' s not everything to them | |
Even the birds when they sing | |
Spread their wings to heaven and fly away. |