[00:00.00] 作词 : Whitney
[00:22.35]John Whitney
[00:27.39]A small boy, bucket in hand.
[00:31.26]Building castles in the sand
[00:34.11]Thinking of his life that lies ahead.
[00:40.62]An engine driver, sailor, why not a king
[00:45.72]Of the sand castle as the gypsy woman said
[00:53.91]Taking a ride on a dinkie rail
[00:57.09]A green engine that's old
[01:00.63]Could be a royal procession through
[01:02.79]Big city streets
[01:07.02]Waving to the crowds from a sand carpet of gold
[01:13.44]Shaking hands of the V.I.R's one meets
[01:17.64]Sailing a toyboat in a rock pool
[01:30.30]Thinking that it could be
[01:32.19]The Queen Mary, passing the Cape Horn tip.
[01:41.16]Something majestic, sailing world wide seas.
[01:46.92]Attention please, I'm the captain of the ship
[01:54.33]After all these thoughts and more
[01:59.25]The boy returned to find
[01:59.76]That the sandcastles were washed into the sea.
[02:02.49]Head in hands, eyes full of tears.
[02:10.11]And a mixed up mind.
[02:12.96]The gypsy woman can't foresee the years.