歌曲 | Plastic Flowers (Orchestral) |
歌手 | Neil Young |
专辑 | Storytone |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
In the summertime, we met to see a threat | |
That came to harm something we both loved | |
And as the hours past, we talked until at last | |
It came the time to part | |
I was doing well, and I though she liked my style | |
I had no business thinking like that | |
But it lasted quite a while | |
I got my promises made, but before the time was farther | |
I show plastic flowers to mother nature’s daughter | |
She held a vase, her misty gaze brought them to life | |
I was amazed, she turned to me with a tear in her eye | |
We went to give our thanks, along the river banks | |
And watched the water flow as it rolled along | |
She scoops some river sand and held it in her hand | |
And sang a little song | |
We saw the water lines, left there from ancient times | |
I watch the sand falling through her fingers | |
On the shore so dry | |
I was doing well, and I though she liked my style | |
I had no business feeling like that | |
But it lasted quite a while | |
I got my promises made, but before the time was farther | |
I show plastic flowers to mother nature’s daughter |
In the summertime, we met to see a threat | |
That came to harm something we both loved | |
And as the hours past, we talked until at last | |
It came the time to part | |
I was doing well, and I though she liked my style | |
I had no business thinking like that | |
But it lasted quite a while | |
I got my promises made, but before the time was farther | |
I show plastic flowers to mother nature' s daughter | |
She held a vase, her misty gaze brought them to life | |
I was amazed, she turned to me with a tear in her eye | |
We went to give our thanks, along the river banks | |
And watched the water flow as it rolled along | |
She scoops some river sand and held it in her hand | |
And sang a little song | |
We saw the water lines, left there from ancient times | |
I watch the sand falling through her fingers | |
On the shore so dry | |
I was doing well, and I though she liked my style | |
I had no business feeling like that | |
But it lasted quite a while | |
I got my promises made, but before the time was farther | |
I show plastic flowers to mother nature' s daughter |
In the summertime, we met to see a threat | |
That came to harm something we both loved | |
And as the hours past, we talked until at last | |
It came the time to part | |
I was doing well, and I though she liked my style | |
I had no business thinking like that | |
But it lasted quite a while | |
I got my promises made, but before the time was farther | |
I show plastic flowers to mother nature' s daughter | |
She held a vase, her misty gaze brought them to life | |
I was amazed, she turned to me with a tear in her eye | |
We went to give our thanks, along the river banks | |
And watched the water flow as it rolled along | |
She scoops some river sand and held it in her hand | |
And sang a little song | |
We saw the water lines, left there from ancient times | |
I watch the sand falling through her fingers | |
On the shore so dry | |
I was doing well, and I though she liked my style | |
I had no business feeling like that | |
But it lasted quite a while | |
I got my promises made, but before the time was farther | |
I show plastic flowers to mother nature' s daughter |