歌曲 | Brooklyn Roads |
歌手 | Neil Diamond |
专辑 | The Neil Diamond Collection |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:Neil Diamond Music:Neil Diamond | |
If I close my eyes | |
I can almost hear my mother | |
Callin', 'Neil, go find your brother | |
Daddy's home, and it's time for supper | |
Hurry on' | |
And I see two boys | |
Racin' up two flights of staircase | |
Squirmin' into Papa's embrace | |
And his whiskers warm on their face | |
Where's it gone | |
Oh, where's it gone | |
Two floors above the butcher | |
First door on the right | |
Life filled to the brim | |
As I stood by my window | |
And I looked out of those | |
Brooklyn roads | |
I can still recall | |
The smells of cookin' in the hallways | |
Rubbers drying in the doorways | |
And report cards I was always | |
Afraid to show | |
Mama'd come to school | |
And as I'd sit there softly crying | |
Teacher'd say, 'He's just not trying | |
He's got a good head if he'd apply it' | |
But you know yourself | |
It's always somewhere else | |
I built me a castle | |
With dragons and kings | |
And I'd ride off with them | |
As I stood by my window | |
And looked out on those | |
Brooklyn roads | |
Thought of going back | |
But all I'd see are stranger's faces | |
And all the scars that love erases | |
But as my mind walks through thoses places | |
I'm wonderin' | |
What's come of them | |
Does some other young boy | |
Come home to my room | |
Does he dream what I did | |
As he stands by my window | |
And looks out on those | |
Brooklyn roads |
Lyrics: Neil Diamond Music: Neil Diamond | |
If I close my eyes | |
I can almost hear my mother | |
Callin', ' Neil, go find your brother | |
Daddy' s home, and it' s time for supper | |
Hurry on' | |
And I see two boys | |
Racin' up two flights of staircase | |
Squirmin' into Papa' s embrace | |
And his whiskers warm on their face | |
Where' s it gone | |
Oh, where' s it gone | |
Two floors above the butcher | |
First door on the right | |
Life filled to the brim | |
As I stood by my window | |
And I looked out of those | |
Brooklyn roads | |
I can still recall | |
The smells of cookin' in the hallways | |
Rubbers drying in the doorways | |
And report cards I was always | |
Afraid to show | |
Mama' d come to school | |
And as I' d sit there softly crying | |
Teacher' d say, ' He' s just not trying | |
He' s got a good head if he' d apply it' | |
But you know yourself | |
It' s always somewhere else | |
I built me a castle | |
With dragons and kings | |
And I' d ride off with them | |
As I stood by my window | |
And looked out on those | |
Brooklyn roads | |
Thought of going back | |
But all I' d see are stranger' s faces | |
And all the scars that love erases | |
But as my mind walks through thoses places | |
I' m wonderin' | |
What' s come of them | |
Does some other young boy | |
Come home to my room | |
Does he dream what I did | |
As he stands by my window | |
And looks out on those | |
Brooklyn roads |
Lyrics: Neil Diamond Music: Neil Diamond | |
If I close my eyes | |
I can almost hear my mother | |
Callin', ' Neil, go find your brother | |
Daddy' s home, and it' s time for supper | |
Hurry on' | |
And I see two boys | |
Racin' up two flights of staircase | |
Squirmin' into Papa' s embrace | |
And his whiskers warm on their face | |
Where' s it gone | |
Oh, where' s it gone | |
Two floors above the butcher | |
First door on the right | |
Life filled to the brim | |
As I stood by my window | |
And I looked out of those | |
Brooklyn roads | |
I can still recall | |
The smells of cookin' in the hallways | |
Rubbers drying in the doorways | |
And report cards I was always | |
Afraid to show | |
Mama' d come to school | |
And as I' d sit there softly crying | |
Teacher' d say, ' He' s just not trying | |
He' s got a good head if he' d apply it' | |
But you know yourself | |
It' s always somewhere else | |
I built me a castle | |
With dragons and kings | |
And I' d ride off with them | |
As I stood by my window | |
And looked out on those | |
Brooklyn roads | |
Thought of going back | |
But all I' d see are stranger' s faces | |
And all the scars that love erases | |
But as my mind walks through thoses places | |
I' m wonderin' | |
What' s come of them | |
Does some other young boy | |
Come home to my room | |
Does he dream what I did | |
As he stands by my window | |
And looks out on those | |
Brooklyn roads |