歌曲 | Tryin' to Hold the Wind up With a Sail |
歌手 | Jerry Jeff Walker |
专辑 | Contrary to Ordinary |
作词 : Garvey | |
Pat Garvey | |
Well somewhere the sun today's soakin' up a cornfield dry | |
But it's shining a love song on some snowy clouds | |
And I know my fingerprints will be brushed away | |
By the hard plate every day of the century | |
But the other night when you cried and you woke me up | |
Just to tell me of your bad dream | |
I held you close to be of some avail | |
Tryin' to hold the wind up with a sail | |
We turned again and stood upon that gentle land | |
It's a vulnerable drum of old moss and sand | |
We could rise up another hot naked wall if we stand tall | |
We can face it again, it's the same old wind | |
But last night when you cried and woke me up | |
Just to tell me it's all a bad dream | |
I tried to hold you to be of some avail | |
Like tryin' to hold the wind up with a sail | |
Whenever you cry and wake me up and tell me you know | |
That it's all a bad dream | |
I want to be there to hold you to be of some avail | |
Tryin' to hold the wond up with a sail |
zuò cí : Garvey | |
Pat Garvey | |
Well somewhere the sun today' s soakin' up a cornfield dry | |
But it' s shining a love song on some snowy clouds | |
And I know my fingerprints will be brushed away | |
By the hard plate every day of the century | |
But the other night when you cried and you woke me up | |
Just to tell me of your bad dream | |
I held you close to be of some avail | |
Tryin' to hold the wind up with a sail | |
We turned again and stood upon that gentle land | |
It' s a vulnerable drum of old moss and sand | |
We could rise up another hot naked wall if we stand tall | |
We can face it again, it' s the same old wind | |
But last night when you cried and woke me up | |
Just to tell me it' s all a bad dream | |
I tried to hold you to be of some avail | |
Like tryin' to hold the wind up with a sail | |
Whenever you cry and wake me up and tell me you know | |
That it' s all a bad dream | |
I want to be there to hold you to be of some avail | |
Tryin' to hold the wond up with a sail |