歌曲 | The Altruist and the Needy Case |
歌手 | Dory Previn |
专辑 | Reflections In A Mud Puddle |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Previn | |
He has passion | |
For ecology | |
Compassion | |
For minorities | |
He carries printed placards | |
To put an end to war | |
He's a hero | |
He's a rebel | |
With a half a hundred causes | |
He peddles his petitions | |
Door to door | |
He's at home among the homeless | |
Singing set my people free | |
He will march | |
With total strangers | |
But he will not walk | |
With me | |
He writes letters | |
To his congressmen | |
On Indian indignities | |
Black men | |
Are his brothers | |
He bears collective guilt | |
He's a prophet | |
He's a pacifist | |
But tho' peace | |
Is his objective | |
He has no fear to see | |
His own blood spilt | |
His roots are with the rootless | |
That's where he needs to be. | |
He will die | |
With total strangers | |
But he will not live | |
With me | |
He feeds and shelters animals. | |
Unselfish are his deeds. | |
He gives away his worldly goods | |
And has no notion of | |
My needs. | |
Lover look away a moment, | |
Tho' the ghetto cries, | |
Long enough | |
To see the hunger in | |
One person's eyes. | |
Passion | |
For ecology. | |
Compassion | |
For minorities. | |
He weeps to think that anyone | |
Could ever be | |
Alone. | |
He's a seeker | |
He's a saviour | |
Who strives to | |
Save the children | |
But he's never had | |
A child of his own. | |
He's united | |
With the universe | |
He's at one | |
With stars and sea | |
He can love | |
The whole damned human race | |
Oh | |
Then why is he | |
So afraid to be | |
In love | |
With me? |
zuo qu : Previn | |
He has passion | |
For ecology | |
Compassion | |
For minorities | |
He carries printed placards | |
To put an end to war | |
He' s a hero | |
He' s a rebel | |
With a half a hundred causes | |
He peddles his petitions | |
Door to door | |
He' s at home among the homeless | |
Singing set my people free | |
He will march | |
With total strangers | |
But he will not walk | |
With me | |
He writes letters | |
To his congressmen | |
On Indian indignities | |
Black men | |
Are his brothers | |
He bears collective guilt | |
He' s a prophet | |
He' s a pacifist | |
But tho' peace | |
Is his objective | |
He has no fear to see | |
His own blood spilt | |
His roots are with the rootless | |
That' s where he needs to be. | |
He will die | |
With total strangers | |
But he will not live | |
With me | |
He feeds and shelters animals. | |
Unselfish are his deeds. | |
He gives away his worldly goods | |
And has no notion of | |
My needs. | |
Lover look away a moment, | |
Tho' the ghetto cries, | |
Long enough | |
To see the hunger in | |
One person' s eyes. | |
Passion | |
For ecology. | |
Compassion | |
For minorities. | |
He weeps to think that anyone | |
Could ever be | |
Alone. | |
He' s a seeker | |
He' s a saviour | |
Who strives to | |
Save the children | |
But he' s never had | |
A child of his own. | |
He' s united | |
With the universe | |
He' s at one | |
With stars and sea | |
He can love | |
The whole damned human race | |
Oh | |
Then why is he | |
So afraid to be | |
In love | |
With me? |
zuò qǔ : Previn | |
He has passion | |
For ecology | |
Compassion | |
For minorities | |
He carries printed placards | |
To put an end to war | |
He' s a hero | |
He' s a rebel | |
With a half a hundred causes | |
He peddles his petitions | |
Door to door | |
He' s at home among the homeless | |
Singing set my people free | |
He will march | |
With total strangers | |
But he will not walk | |
With me | |
He writes letters | |
To his congressmen | |
On Indian indignities | |
Black men | |
Are his brothers | |
He bears collective guilt | |
He' s a prophet | |
He' s a pacifist | |
But tho' peace | |
Is his objective | |
He has no fear to see | |
His own blood spilt | |
His roots are with the rootless | |
That' s where he needs to be. | |
He will die | |
With total strangers | |
But he will not live | |
With me | |
He feeds and shelters animals. | |
Unselfish are his deeds. | |
He gives away his worldly goods | |
And has no notion of | |
My needs. | |
Lover look away a moment, | |
Tho' the ghetto cries, | |
Long enough | |
To see the hunger in | |
One person' s eyes. | |
Passion | |
For ecology. | |
Compassion | |
For minorities. | |
He weeps to think that anyone | |
Could ever be | |
Alone. | |
He' s a seeker | |
He' s a saviour | |
Who strives to | |
Save the children | |
But he' s never had | |
A child of his own. | |
He' s united | |
With the universe | |
He' s at one | |
With stars and sea | |
He can love | |
The whole damned human race | |
Oh | |
Then why is he | |
So afraid to be | |
In love | |
With me? |