歌曲 | Ballad of a Runaway Horse |
歌手 | Emmylou Harris |
专辑 | Cowgirl's Prayer |
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作词 : Cohen | |
Say a prayer for the cowgirl her horse ran away | |
She'll walk 'til she finds him her darlin' her stray | |
But the river's in flood and the roads are awash | |
And the bridges break up in the panic of loss | |
And there's nothin' to follow nowhere to go | |
He's gone like the summer gone like the snow | |
And the crickets are breaking her heart with their song | |
As the day caves in and the night is all wrong | |
Did she dream it was he who went galloping past | |
And bent down the fern broke open the grass | |
And printed the mud with the well-hammered shoe | |
That she nailed to his speed in the dreams of her youth | |
And although he goes grazin' a minute away | |
She tracks him all night she tracks him all day | |
And she's blind to his presence except to compare | |
Her injury here with his punishment there | |
Then at home on a branch on a high stream | |
A songbird sings out so suddenly | |
And the sun is warm and the soft winds ride | |
On a willow tree by the riverside | |
An the world is sweet and world is wide | |
And he's there where the light and the darkness divide | |
And the steam's comin' off him he's huge and he's shy | |
And he steps on the moon when he paws at the sky | |
And he comes to her hand but he's nor really tame | |
He longs to be lost she longs for the same | |
And he'll bolt and he'll plunge thru the first open pass | |
To roll and to feed in the sweet mountain grass | |
Or he'll make a break for the high plateau | |
Where there's nothing above and noting below | |
It's time for their burden the whip and the spur | |
Will she ride with him or will he ride with her | |
So she binds herself to her galloping steed | |
And he binds himself to the woman in need | |
And there is no space just left and right | |
And there is no time but there is day and night | |
Then she learns on his neck and whispers low | |
Whither thou goest I will go | |
And they turn as one the head for the plain | |
No need for the whip oh no need for the rain | |
Now the clasp of this union who fastens it tight | |
Who snaps it asunder the very next night | |
Some say it's him some say it's her | |
Some say love's like smoke beyond all repair | |
So my darlin' my darlin' just let go by | |
That old silhouette on the great western sky | |
And I'll pick out a tune and they'll move right along | |
And they're gone like smoke and they're gone like this song | |
Say a prayer for the cowgirl |
zuo ci : Cohen | |
Say a prayer for the cowgirl her horse ran away | |
She' ll walk ' til she finds him her darlin' her stray | |
But the river' s in flood and the roads are awash | |
And the bridges break up in the panic of loss | |
And there' s nothin' to follow nowhere to go | |
He' s gone like the summer gone like the snow | |
And the crickets are breaking her heart with their song | |
As the day caves in and the night is all wrong | |
Did she dream it was he who went galloping past | |
And bent down the fern broke open the grass | |
And printed the mud with the wellhammered shoe | |
That she nailed to his speed in the dreams of her youth | |
And although he goes grazin' a minute away | |
She tracks him all night she tracks him all day | |
And she' s blind to his presence except to compare | |
Her injury here with his punishment there | |
Then at home on a branch on a high stream | |
A songbird sings out so suddenly | |
And the sun is warm and the soft winds ride | |
On a willow tree by the riverside | |
An the world is sweet and world is wide | |
And he' s there where the light and the darkness divide | |
And the steam' s comin' off him he' s huge and he' s shy | |
And he steps on the moon when he paws at the sky | |
And he comes to her hand but he' s nor really tame | |
He longs to be lost she longs for the same | |
And he' ll bolt and he' ll plunge thru the first open pass | |
To roll and to feed in the sweet mountain grass | |
Or he' ll make a break for the high plateau | |
Where there' s nothing above and noting below | |
It' s time for their burden the whip and the spur | |
Will she ride with him or will he ride with her | |
So she binds herself to her galloping steed | |
And he binds himself to the woman in need | |
And there is no space just left and right | |
And there is no time but there is day and night | |
Then she learns on his neck and whispers low | |
Whither thou goest I will go | |
And they turn as one the head for the plain | |
No need for the whip oh no need for the rain | |
Now the clasp of this union who fastens it tight | |
Who snaps it asunder the very next night | |
Some say it' s him some say it' s her | |
Some say love' s like smoke beyond all repair | |
So my darlin' my darlin' just let go by | |
That old silhouette on the great western sky | |
And I' ll pick out a tune and they' ll move right along | |
And they' re gone like smoke and they' re gone like this song | |
Say a prayer for the cowgirl |
zuò cí : Cohen | |
Say a prayer for the cowgirl her horse ran away | |
She' ll walk ' til she finds him her darlin' her stray | |
But the river' s in flood and the roads are awash | |
And the bridges break up in the panic of loss | |
And there' s nothin' to follow nowhere to go | |
He' s gone like the summer gone like the snow | |
And the crickets are breaking her heart with their song | |
As the day caves in and the night is all wrong | |
Did she dream it was he who went galloping past | |
And bent down the fern broke open the grass | |
And printed the mud with the wellhammered shoe | |
That she nailed to his speed in the dreams of her youth | |
And although he goes grazin' a minute away | |
She tracks him all night she tracks him all day | |
And she' s blind to his presence except to compare | |
Her injury here with his punishment there | |
Then at home on a branch on a high stream | |
A songbird sings out so suddenly | |
And the sun is warm and the soft winds ride | |
On a willow tree by the riverside | |
An the world is sweet and world is wide | |
And he' s there where the light and the darkness divide | |
And the steam' s comin' off him he' s huge and he' s shy | |
And he steps on the moon when he paws at the sky | |
And he comes to her hand but he' s nor really tame | |
He longs to be lost she longs for the same | |
And he' ll bolt and he' ll plunge thru the first open pass | |
To roll and to feed in the sweet mountain grass | |
Or he' ll make a break for the high plateau | |
Where there' s nothing above and noting below | |
It' s time for their burden the whip and the spur | |
Will she ride with him or will he ride with her | |
So she binds herself to her galloping steed | |
And he binds himself to the woman in need | |
And there is no space just left and right | |
And there is no time but there is day and night | |
Then she learns on his neck and whispers low | |
Whither thou goest I will go | |
And they turn as one the head for the plain | |
No need for the whip oh no need for the rain | |
Now the clasp of this union who fastens it tight | |
Who snaps it asunder the very next night | |
Some say it' s him some say it' s her | |
Some say love' s like smoke beyond all repair | |
So my darlin' my darlin' just let go by | |
That old silhouette on the great western sky | |
And I' ll pick out a tune and they' ll move right along | |
And they' re gone like smoke and they' re gone like this song | |
Say a prayer for the cowgirl |