Franklin's Table 歌词

	作词 : Stewart
	Dinner with Ben Franklin on Friday night
	The invitation read
	Of course I wrote and thanked him
	I wouldn't miss it for the world I said
	His table is so well kept
	He plays the glass harmonica
	And talks of wind and kites
	The habits of the court of France
	And other strange delights
	Of course I've heard it all before
	On other wintry nights
	And yet there is no better wine or conversation
	The English call it claret
	And clear and red it sits inside my glass
	Sent to us from Paris
	A greater kindness never came to pass
	We'll drink his health, with the last
	He plays the glass harmonica
	And talks of wind and kites
	Of almanacs and spectacles
	And other strange delights
	Of course I've heard it all before
	On other wintry nights
	And yet there is no better wine or conversation
	Time goes by in stories
	Wine goes by, dark and young
	When it comes my turn here
	I'll be telling one with a purple tongue
	The night grows philosophic
	I miss a word or two, it must be said
	As I hear them talking
	I sink a little keeping in my chair
	Thanking the fates that brought me here
	He plays the glass harmonica
	And talks of wind and kites
	Of lightening and odometers
	And other strange delights
	Of course I've heard it all before
	On other wintry nights
	And yet there is no better wine or conversation

	zuo ci : Stewart
	Dinner with Ben Franklin on Friday night
	The invitation read
	Of course I wrote and thanked him
	I wouldn' t miss it for the world I said
	His table is so well kept
	He plays the glass harmonica
	And talks of wind and kites
	The habits of the court of France
	And other strange delights
	Of course I' ve heard it all before
	On other wintry nights
	And yet there is no better wine or conversation
	The English call it claret
	And clear and red it sits inside my glass
	Sent to us from Paris
	A greater kindness never came to pass
	We' ll drink his health, with the last
	He plays the glass harmonica
	And talks of wind and kites
	Of almanacs and spectacles
	And other strange delights
	Of course I' ve heard it all before
	On other wintry nights
	And yet there is no better wine or conversation
	Time goes by in stories
	Wine goes by, dark and young
	When it comes my turn here
	I' ll be telling one with a purple tongue
	The night grows philosophic
	I miss a word or two, it must be said
	As I hear them talking
	I sink a little keeping in my chair
	Thanking the fates that brought me here
	He plays the glass harmonica
	And talks of wind and kites
	Of lightening and odometers
	And other strange delights
	Of course I' ve heard it all before
	On other wintry nights
	And yet there is no better wine or conversation

	zuò cí : Stewart
	Dinner with Ben Franklin on Friday night
	The invitation read
	Of course I wrote and thanked him
	I wouldn' t miss it for the world I said
	His table is so well kept
	He plays the glass harmonica
	And talks of wind and kites
	The habits of the court of France
	And other strange delights
	Of course I' ve heard it all before
	On other wintry nights
	And yet there is no better wine or conversation
	The English call it claret
	And clear and red it sits inside my glass
	Sent to us from Paris
	A greater kindness never came to pass
	We' ll drink his health, with the last
	He plays the glass harmonica
	And talks of wind and kites
	Of almanacs and spectacles
	And other strange delights
	Of course I' ve heard it all before
	On other wintry nights
	And yet there is no better wine or conversation
	Time goes by in stories
	Wine goes by, dark and young
	When it comes my turn here
	I' ll be telling one with a purple tongue
	The night grows philosophic
	I miss a word or two, it must be said
	As I hear them talking
	I sink a little keeping in my chair
	Thanking the fates that brought me here
	He plays the glass harmonica
	And talks of wind and kites
	Of lightening and odometers
	And other strange delights
	Of course I' ve heard it all before
	On other wintry nights
	And yet there is no better wine or conversation

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