歌曲 | Big Four Poster Bed - Single Version |
歌手 | Brenda Lee |
专辑 | The Definitive Collection |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : SILVERSTEIN, SHEL | |
It was just boards of rough cut pine | |
And a quilt of patch work cotton | |
A place to lay your body down was that big four poster bed | |
Daddy built it out of pine two days before the wedding | |
They say the neighbours cheered and hollered till his face got red | |
And Mama brought the feather pillows and some handmade bedding | |
And they spent their wedding night in that big four poster bed | |
That night they swore like that bed their love would last forever | |
And they'd ask no more of life than the simple things they had | |
So they planed there future as they laid close together | |
And later I was born there in that big four poster bed | |
It was just some boards of rough cut pine | |
And a quilt of patch work cotton | |
A place to lay your body down, a place to rest your head | |
A field of fluffy mountains for a little girl to hide in | |
Clouds and chasing rainbows was that big four poster bed | |
I remember as a child waking up on a winter morning | |
With Sound of laughing voices and the smell of baking bread | |
And running across that coal wood floor jumping there with them | |
And Lord, I felt so safe and warm in that big four poster bed | |
The day that Daddy died, he whispered something soft to mama | |
To this day she's never told a soul the words he said | |
She just smiled through her tears and held his hand and nodded | |
And my Daddy looked so much at rest in that big four poster bed | |
It was just some boards of rough cut pine | |
And a quilt of patchwork cotton | |
A place to lay your body down, a place to rest your head | |
A field of fluffy mountains for a little girl to hide in | |
Clouds and chasing rainbows was that big four poster bed | |
Now time has dried up all the tears here I stand a woman | |
Your arms reach out to touch my soul, your sweet words turn my head | |
Darling, won't you tell me first this will be forever | |
Before you lead me up the stairs to that big four poster bed | |
'Cause only love has ever touched, that big four poster bed | |
Yes, it was just some boards of rough cut pine | |
And a quilt of patchwork cotton | |
A place to lay your body down, a place to rest your head | |
A field of fluffy mountains for a little girl to hide in | |
Clouds and chasing rainbows was that big four poster bed |
zuo ci : SILVERSTEIN, SHEL | |
It was just boards of rough cut pine | |
And a quilt of patch work cotton | |
A place to lay your body down was that big four poster bed | |
Daddy built it out of pine two days before the wedding | |
They say the neighbours cheered and hollered till his face got red | |
And Mama brought the feather pillows and some handmade bedding | |
And they spent their wedding night in that big four poster bed | |
That night they swore like that bed their love would last forever | |
And they' d ask no more of life than the simple things they had | |
So they planed there future as they laid close together | |
And later I was born there in that big four poster bed | |
It was just some boards of rough cut pine | |
And a quilt of patch work cotton | |
A place to lay your body down, a place to rest your head | |
A field of fluffy mountains for a little girl to hide in | |
Clouds and chasing rainbows was that big four poster bed | |
I remember as a child waking up on a winter morning | |
With Sound of laughing voices and the smell of baking bread | |
And running across that coal wood floor jumping there with them | |
And Lord, I felt so safe and warm in that big four poster bed | |
The day that Daddy died, he whispered something soft to mama | |
To this day she' s never told a soul the words he said | |
She just smiled through her tears and held his hand and nodded | |
And my Daddy looked so much at rest in that big four poster bed | |
It was just some boards of rough cut pine | |
And a quilt of patchwork cotton | |
A place to lay your body down, a place to rest your head | |
A field of fluffy mountains for a little girl to hide in | |
Clouds and chasing rainbows was that big four poster bed | |
Now time has dried up all the tears here I stand a woman | |
Your arms reach out to touch my soul, your sweet words turn my head | |
Darling, won' t you tell me first this will be forever | |
Before you lead me up the stairs to that big four poster bed | |
' Cause only love has ever touched, that big four poster bed | |
Yes, it was just some boards of rough cut pine | |
And a quilt of patchwork cotton | |
A place to lay your body down, a place to rest your head | |
A field of fluffy mountains for a little girl to hide in | |
Clouds and chasing rainbows was that big four poster bed |
zuò cí : SILVERSTEIN, SHEL | |
It was just boards of rough cut pine | |
And a quilt of patch work cotton | |
A place to lay your body down was that big four poster bed | |
Daddy built it out of pine two days before the wedding | |
They say the neighbours cheered and hollered till his face got red | |
And Mama brought the feather pillows and some handmade bedding | |
And they spent their wedding night in that big four poster bed | |
That night they swore like that bed their love would last forever | |
And they' d ask no more of life than the simple things they had | |
So they planed there future as they laid close together | |
And later I was born there in that big four poster bed | |
It was just some boards of rough cut pine | |
And a quilt of patch work cotton | |
A place to lay your body down, a place to rest your head | |
A field of fluffy mountains for a little girl to hide in | |
Clouds and chasing rainbows was that big four poster bed | |
I remember as a child waking up on a winter morning | |
With Sound of laughing voices and the smell of baking bread | |
And running across that coal wood floor jumping there with them | |
And Lord, I felt so safe and warm in that big four poster bed | |
The day that Daddy died, he whispered something soft to mama | |
To this day she' s never told a soul the words he said | |
She just smiled through her tears and held his hand and nodded | |
And my Daddy looked so much at rest in that big four poster bed | |
It was just some boards of rough cut pine | |
And a quilt of patchwork cotton | |
A place to lay your body down, a place to rest your head | |
A field of fluffy mountains for a little girl to hide in | |
Clouds and chasing rainbows was that big four poster bed | |
Now time has dried up all the tears here I stand a woman | |
Your arms reach out to touch my soul, your sweet words turn my head | |
Darling, won' t you tell me first this will be forever | |
Before you lead me up the stairs to that big four poster bed | |
' Cause only love has ever touched, that big four poster bed | |
Yes, it was just some boards of rough cut pine | |
And a quilt of patchwork cotton | |
A place to lay your body down, a place to rest your head | |
A field of fluffy mountains for a little girl to hide in | |
Clouds and chasing rainbows was that big four poster bed |