歌曲 | Legend of a Girl Child Linda |
歌手 | Donovan |
专辑 | Sunshine Superman [US] |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Donovan | |
From the album sunshine superman | |
I will bring you gold apples | |
and grapes made of rubies | |
That have shone in the eyes of | |
a prince of the breeze. | |
Bright cascading crystals, | |
they danced in the sand dunes | |
On the beach of no footprints | |
to harpsichord tunes. | |
A throne of white ivory, | |
a gown of white lace | |
Lies still in the magic | |
of a timeless place. | |
One hundred small children, | |
they laugh at the white doves | |
That rest on their hands | |
with the touch of love. | |
On a hillside of velvet | |
the children they lay down | |
And make fun of the grown-ups | |
with their silly frown. | |
And the sound of their laughter | |
is the sound of the green sea | |
As it washed around the foot of | |
the seashell tree. | |
The doves circle over | |
and land in the trees | |
Where parrots are talking | |
their words with such ease. | |
Thus spoke three wizards | |
to the young ones that day: | |
»There’s sadness in the kingdom, | |
make it go far away.« | |
If you follow the sunbeams | |
through the valley of flowers | |
To the palace of the White Queen | |
with its white jade towers. | |
The youngest, she sighed then | |
the clouds drew away | |
And a hundred small fingers | |
scratched their heads in dismay. | |
From out of the sun a | |
giant gull came flying | |
And the children got ready | |
to sit on its wings. | |
They waved to the raindrops | |
as they soared over the trees | |
The wind tossed their hair high, | |
flashing gold on the sea. | |
They came to the castle | |
and there they did fall, | |
And they saw all the sadness, | |
through the crystal wall. | |
A princess lay a-sleeping | |
so gentle and kind | |
Whilst her prince took to battle | |
with his confused mind. | |
The clash of bright metal | |
brought the children fear, | |
But their cloaks of blue satin | |
dried up all of these tears. | |
Thus children held hands and | |
they spelled out their name | |
All the golden children | |
became a golden chain. | |
It lies on a white throne | |
in a magic place | |
With a tunic of velvet | |
and a gown of white lace. | |
My sword, it lies broken | |
and cast in a lake | |
In a dream I was told that | |
my princess would wake. |
zuo ci : Donovan | |
From the album sunshine superman | |
I will bring you gold apples | |
and grapes made of rubies | |
That have shone in the eyes of | |
a prince of the breeze. | |
Bright cascading crystals, | |
they danced in the sand dunes | |
On the beach of no footprints | |
to harpsichord tunes. | |
A throne of white ivory, | |
a gown of white lace | |
Lies still in the magic | |
of a timeless place. | |
One hundred small children, | |
they laugh at the white doves | |
That rest on their hands | |
with the touch of love. | |
On a hillside of velvet | |
the children they lay down | |
And make fun of the grownups | |
with their silly frown. | |
And the sound of their laughter | |
is the sound of the green sea | |
As it washed around the foot of | |
the seashell tree. | |
The doves circle over | |
and land in the trees | |
Where parrots are talking | |
their words with such ease. | |
Thus spoke three wizards | |
to the young ones that day: | |
There' s sadness in the kingdom, | |
make it go far away. | |
If you follow the sunbeams | |
through the valley of flowers | |
To the palace of the White Queen | |
with its white jade towers. | |
The youngest, she sighed then | |
the clouds drew away | |
And a hundred small fingers | |
scratched their heads in dismay. | |
From out of the sun a | |
giant gull came flying | |
And the children got ready | |
to sit on its wings. | |
They waved to the raindrops | |
as they soared over the trees | |
The wind tossed their hair high, | |
flashing gold on the sea. | |
They came to the castle | |
and there they did fall, | |
And they saw all the sadness, | |
through the crystal wall. | |
A princess lay asleeping | |
so gentle and kind | |
Whilst her prince took to battle | |
with his confused mind. | |
The clash of bright metal | |
brought the children fear, | |
But their cloaks of blue satin | |
dried up all of these tears. | |
Thus children held hands and | |
they spelled out their name | |
All the golden children | |
became a golden chain. | |
It lies on a white throne | |
in a magic place | |
With a tunic of velvet | |
and a gown of white lace. | |
My sword, it lies broken | |
and cast in a lake | |
In a dream I was told that | |
my princess would wake. |
zuò cí : Donovan | |
From the album sunshine superman | |
I will bring you gold apples | |
and grapes made of rubies | |
That have shone in the eyes of | |
a prince of the breeze. | |
Bright cascading crystals, | |
they danced in the sand dunes | |
On the beach of no footprints | |
to harpsichord tunes. | |
A throne of white ivory, | |
a gown of white lace | |
Lies still in the magic | |
of a timeless place. | |
One hundred small children, | |
they laugh at the white doves | |
That rest on their hands | |
with the touch of love. | |
On a hillside of velvet | |
the children they lay down | |
And make fun of the grownups | |
with their silly frown. | |
And the sound of their laughter | |
is the sound of the green sea | |
As it washed around the foot of | |
the seashell tree. | |
The doves circle over | |
and land in the trees | |
Where parrots are talking | |
their words with such ease. | |
Thus spoke three wizards | |
to the young ones that day: | |
There' s sadness in the kingdom, | |
make it go far away. | |
If you follow the sunbeams | |
through the valley of flowers | |
To the palace of the White Queen | |
with its white jade towers. | |
The youngest, she sighed then | |
the clouds drew away | |
And a hundred small fingers | |
scratched their heads in dismay. | |
From out of the sun a | |
giant gull came flying | |
And the children got ready | |
to sit on its wings. | |
They waved to the raindrops | |
as they soared over the trees | |
The wind tossed their hair high, | |
flashing gold on the sea. | |
They came to the castle | |
and there they did fall, | |
And they saw all the sadness, | |
through the crystal wall. | |
A princess lay asleeping | |
so gentle and kind | |
Whilst her prince took to battle | |
with his confused mind. | |
The clash of bright metal | |
brought the children fear, | |
But their cloaks of blue satin | |
dried up all of these tears. | |
Thus children held hands and | |
they spelled out their name | |
All the golden children | |
became a golden chain. | |
It lies on a white throne | |
in a magic place | |
With a tunic of velvet | |
and a gown of white lace. | |
My sword, it lies broken | |
and cast in a lake | |
In a dream I was told that | |
my princess would wake. |