The Palace Is Golden 歌词

歌曲	The Palace Is Golden
歌手	Old Man Luedecke
专辑	My Hands are on Fire and other Love Songs
下载	Image LRC TXT

	Palace is Golden
	The palace is golden and the garden is green, our own food grows in the yard
	But we aint’ got no baby to share it with and this is proving hard
	Has something in the water made a mess out of me that we ain’t got no baby
	Has something in the well made a mess out of me that we ain’t got no child
	Well we try and do it right almost every night, every trick and every vitamin we’re told
	In golden afternoons we’re like loving spoons, just tell me where the damn things are sold
	Has something in the water made a mess out of me that we ain’t got no baby
	Has something in the well made a mess out of me that we ain’t got no child
	Well we’ve been to the doctor with the cold cold hands, best not to lay those best laid plans
	Nothing seems wrong but the hell inside of emptiness and vanished pride
	But all the way back home we'll roll, we'll hide our tear stained eyes
	Well may all the strollers roll, but empty yet is ours
	I’ll make a lullaby so woeful sad, I’ll make the angels weep
	The angels that guard our unborn child will cry themselves to sleep
	And then with good faith and with glowing heart, I’ll cure your sorrow deep
	As I take my song to that cloudy crib and with our baby creep
	And all the way back home will roll, we'll wipe our joyful eyes
	Well may all the strollers roll but happiest is ours
	The palace is golden and the garden is green our own food grows in the yard

	Palace is Golden
	The palace is golden and the garden is green, our own food grows in the yard
	But we aint' got no baby to share it with and this is proving hard
	Has something in the water made a mess out of me that we ain' t got no baby
	Has something in the well made a mess out of me that we ain' t got no child
	Well we try and do it right almost every night, every trick and every vitamin we' re told
	In golden afternoons we' re like loving spoons, just tell me where the damn things are sold
	Has something in the water made a mess out of me that we ain' t got no baby
	Has something in the well made a mess out of me that we ain' t got no child
	Well we' ve been to the doctor with the cold cold hands, best not to lay those best laid plans
	Nothing seems wrong but the hell inside of emptiness and vanished pride
	But all the way back home we' ll roll, we' ll hide our tear stained eyes
	Well may all the strollers roll, but empty yet is ours
	I' ll make a lullaby so woeful sad, I' ll make the angels weep
	The angels that guard our unborn child will cry themselves to sleep
	And then with good faith and with glowing heart, I' ll cure your sorrow deep
	As I take my song to that cloudy crib and with our baby creep
	And all the way back home will roll, we' ll wipe our joyful eyes
	Well may all the strollers roll but happiest is ours
	The palace is golden and the garden is green our own food grows in the yard

	Palace is Golden
	The palace is golden and the garden is green, our own food grows in the yard
	But we aint' got no baby to share it with and this is proving hard
	Has something in the water made a mess out of me that we ain' t got no baby
	Has something in the well made a mess out of me that we ain' t got no child
	Well we try and do it right almost every night, every trick and every vitamin we' re told
	In golden afternoons we' re like loving spoons, just tell me where the damn things are sold
	Has something in the water made a mess out of me that we ain' t got no baby
	Has something in the well made a mess out of me that we ain' t got no child
	Well we' ve been to the doctor with the cold cold hands, best not to lay those best laid plans
	Nothing seems wrong but the hell inside of emptiness and vanished pride
	But all the way back home we' ll roll, we' ll hide our tear stained eyes
	Well may all the strollers roll, but empty yet is ours
	I' ll make a lullaby so woeful sad, I' ll make the angels weep
	The angels that guard our unborn child will cry themselves to sleep
	And then with good faith and with glowing heart, I' ll cure your sorrow deep
	As I take my song to that cloudy crib and with our baby creep
	And all the way back home will roll, we' ll wipe our joyful eyes
	Well may all the strollers roll but happiest is ours
	The palace is golden and the garden is green our own food grows in the yard

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