| 作曲 : Joan Baez/Nina Dusheck | |
| Farewell my wistful Saigon bride | |
| I'm going out to stem the tide | |
| A tide that never saw the seas | |
| It flows through jungles, round the trees | |
| Some say it's yellow, some say red | |
| It will not matter when we're dead | |
| How many dead men will it take | |
| To build a dike that will not break? | |
| How many children must we kill | |
| Before we make the waves stand still? | |
| Though miracles come high today | |
| We have the wherewithal to pay | |
| It takes them off the streets you know | |
| To places they would never go alone | |
| It gives them useful trades | |
| The lucky boys are even paid | |
| Men die to build their Pharoah's tombs | |
| And still and still the teeming wombs | |
| How many men to conquer Mars | |
| How many dead to reach the stars? | |
| Farewell my wistful Saigon bride | |
| I'm going out to stem the tide | |
| A tide that never saw the seas | |
| It flows through jungles, round the trees | |
| Some say it's yellow, some say red | |
| It will not matter when we're dead | |
| © 1967 Robbins Music Corporation and Chandos Music (ASCAP) | |
| Rights throughout the world controlled by Robbins Music Corporation |
| zuo qu : Joan Baez Nina Dusheck | |
| Farewell my wistful Saigon bride | |
| I' m going out to stem the tide | |
| A tide that never saw the seas | |
| It flows through jungles, round the trees | |
| Some say it' s yellow, some say red | |
| It will not matter when we' re dead | |
| How many dead men will it take | |
| To build a dike that will not break? | |
| How many children must we kill | |
| Before we make the waves stand still? | |
| Though miracles come high today | |
| We have the wherewithal to pay | |
| It takes them off the streets you know | |
| To places they would never go alone | |
| It gives them useful trades | |
| The lucky boys are even paid | |
| Men die to build their Pharoah' s tombs | |
| And still and still the teeming wombs | |
| How many men to conquer Mars | |
| How many dead to reach the stars? | |
| Farewell my wistful Saigon bride | |
| I' m going out to stem the tide | |
| A tide that never saw the seas | |
| It flows through jungles, round the trees | |
| Some say it' s yellow, some say red | |
| It will not matter when we' re dead | |
| 1967 Robbins Music Corporation and Chandos Music ASCAP | |
| Rights throughout the world controlled by Robbins Music Corporation |
| zuò qǔ : Joan Baez Nina Dusheck | |
| Farewell my wistful Saigon bride | |
| I' m going out to stem the tide | |
| A tide that never saw the seas | |
| It flows through jungles, round the trees | |
| Some say it' s yellow, some say red | |
| It will not matter when we' re dead | |
| How many dead men will it take | |
| To build a dike that will not break? | |
| How many children must we kill | |
| Before we make the waves stand still? | |
| Though miracles come high today | |
| We have the wherewithal to pay | |
| It takes them off the streets you know | |
| To places they would never go alone | |
| It gives them useful trades | |
| The lucky boys are even paid | |
| Men die to build their Pharoah' s tombs | |
| And still and still the teeming wombs | |
| How many men to conquer Mars | |
| How many dead to reach the stars? | |
| Farewell my wistful Saigon bride | |
| I' m going out to stem the tide | |
| A tide that never saw the seas | |
| It flows through jungles, round the trees | |
| Some say it' s yellow, some say red | |
| It will not matter when we' re dead | |
| 1967 Robbins Music Corporation and Chandos Music ASCAP | |
| Rights throughout the world controlled by Robbins Music Corporation |
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