歌曲 | Cold Hands From New York |
歌手 | Gordon Lightfoot |
专辑 | United Artists Collection, The |
作词 : Lightfoot | |
I came down from albany to new york to find what i'd been missin' | |
I looked across the river to the city where the windows all stood glistenin' | |
I stood listenin' | |
Into a tunnel i did rise, like a grave inside, but i was young and able | |
When i came out the other end, ah through the smoke the winter light was feeble | |
Unreadable | |
I was optimistic though, a cabbie told me where to go | |
I thanked him | |
A face of white a face of brown, here a smile, there a look of danger | |
For a stranger | |
It was too unreal for me | |
I found no one who trusted me | |
There was no man could offer me | |
A cold hand from new york | |
Cold hands from new york | |
A voice within you cries won't someone please help me | |
I'll do the same for you one day | |
If you should ever pass my way and need me | |
I came down to live alone in new york the city of the living | |
There were fortunes at my feet but most of men were taking, none we giving | |
Or forgiving | |
Children ran and children played and roses grew in alleyways | |
I saw them | |
There were men who lived in style and others who had died where no one knew them | |
'cause they couldn't win | |
There were parks where old men slept and dingy rooms where babies crept unwanted | |
Till i began to ask myself if there was hope or if it mattered what the did | |
Or if they lived | |
It was too unreal for me | |
I found no one who trusted me | |
There was no man could offer me | |
A cold hand from new york | |
Cold hands from new york | |
A voice within you cries won't someone please help me | |
I'll do the same for you one day | |
If you should ever pass my way and need me | |
I came down from albany to new york to find what i'd been missin' | |
I looked across the river to the city where the windows all stood glistenin' | |
I stood listenin' | |
There were prophets in the squares and people there who smiled and said forget it | |
There were lovers in the park and there was danger in the dark, i felt it | |
So afraid of it | |
There were preachers of the word and poets who were never heard | |
I heard them | |
There were those who would not try to learn the measure of the lie | |
They're livin' | |
I heard a young musician play in a place where they paid you not to listen | |
I heard a woman scream for help while men stood by and offered their best wishes | |
That's how it is | |
It was too unreal for me | |
I found no one who trusted me | |
There was no man could offer me | |
A cold hand from new york | |
Cold hands from new york | |
A voice within you cries won't someone please help me | |
I'll do the same for you one day | |
If you should ever pass my way and need me |
zuò cí : Lightfoot | |
I came down from albany to new york to find what i' d been missin' | |
I looked across the river to the city where the windows all stood glistenin' | |
I stood listenin' | |
Into a tunnel i did rise, like a grave inside, but i was young and able | |
When i came out the other end, ah through the smoke the winter light was feeble | |
Unreadable | |
I was optimistic though, a cabbie told me where to go | |
I thanked him | |
A face of white a face of brown, here a smile, there a look of danger | |
For a stranger | |
It was too unreal for me | |
I found no one who trusted me | |
There was no man could offer me | |
A cold hand from new york | |
Cold hands from new york | |
A voice within you cries won' t someone please help me | |
I' ll do the same for you one day | |
If you should ever pass my way and need me | |
I came down to live alone in new york the city of the living | |
There were fortunes at my feet but most of men were taking, none we giving | |
Or forgiving | |
Children ran and children played and roses grew in alleyways | |
I saw them | |
There were men who lived in style and others who had died where no one knew them | |
' cause they couldn' t win | |
There were parks where old men slept and dingy rooms where babies crept unwanted | |
Till i began to ask myself if there was hope or if it mattered what the did | |
Or if they lived | |
It was too unreal for me | |
I found no one who trusted me | |
There was no man could offer me | |
A cold hand from new york | |
Cold hands from new york | |
A voice within you cries won' t someone please help me | |
I' ll do the same for you one day | |
If you should ever pass my way and need me | |
I came down from albany to new york to find what i' d been missin' | |
I looked across the river to the city where the windows all stood glistenin' | |
I stood listenin' | |
There were prophets in the squares and people there who smiled and said forget it | |
There were lovers in the park and there was danger in the dark, i felt it | |
So afraid of it | |
There were preachers of the word and poets who were never heard | |
I heard them | |
There were those who would not try to learn the measure of the lie | |
They' re livin' | |
I heard a young musician play in a place where they paid you not to listen | |
I heard a woman scream for help while men stood by and offered their best wishes | |
That' s how it is | |
It was too unreal for me | |
I found no one who trusted me | |
There was no man could offer me | |
A cold hand from new york | |
Cold hands from new york | |
A voice within you cries won' t someone please help me | |
I' ll do the same for you one day | |
If you should ever pass my way and need me |