歌曲 | Going Back to Harlan |
歌手 | Emmylou Harris |
专辑 | Wrecking Ball |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : McGarrigle | |
There where no cuckoos, no sycamores | |
We played about the forest floor | |
Underneath the silver maples, the balsams and the sky | |
We popped the heads off dandelions | |
Assuming roles from nursery rhymes | |
Rested on the riverbank | |
And grew up by and by, and grew up by and by | |
Frail my heart apart | |
And play me a little shady grove | |
Ring the bells of rhymney | |
Till they ring inside my head forever | |
Rounce the bow, rock the gallows | |
For the hangman's reel | |
And wake the devil from his dream | |
I'm going back to harlan | |
I'm going back to harlan | |
I'm going back to harlan | |
And if you were Willie Moore | |
And I was Barbara Allen | |
Or Fair Ellen all sad at the cabin door | |
A weepin' and a-pinn', for love | |
A weepin' and a-pinn', for love |
zuo ci : McGarrigle | |
There where no cuckoos, no sycamores | |
We played about the forest floor | |
Underneath the silver maples, the balsams and the sky | |
We popped the heads off dandelions | |
Assuming roles from nursery rhymes | |
Rested on the riverbank | |
And grew up by and by, and grew up by and by | |
Frail my heart apart | |
And play me a little shady grove | |
Ring the bells of rhymney | |
Till they ring inside my head forever | |
Rounce the bow, rock the gallows | |
For the hangman' s reel | |
And wake the devil from his dream | |
I' m going back to harlan | |
I' m going back to harlan | |
I' m going back to harlan | |
And if you were Willie Moore | |
And I was Barbara Allen | |
Or Fair Ellen all sad at the cabin door | |
A weepin' and apinn', for love | |
A weepin' and apinn', for love |
zuò cí : McGarrigle | |
There where no cuckoos, no sycamores | |
We played about the forest floor | |
Underneath the silver maples, the balsams and the sky | |
We popped the heads off dandelions | |
Assuming roles from nursery rhymes | |
Rested on the riverbank | |
And grew up by and by, and grew up by and by | |
Frail my heart apart | |
And play me a little shady grove | |
Ring the bells of rhymney | |
Till they ring inside my head forever | |
Rounce the bow, rock the gallows | |
For the hangman' s reel | |
And wake the devil from his dream | |
I' m going back to harlan | |
I' m going back to harlan | |
I' m going back to harlan | |
And if you were Willie Moore | |
And I was Barbara Allen | |
Or Fair Ellen all sad at the cabin door | |
A weepin' and apinn', for love | |
A weepin' and apinn', for love |