Song | The Man He Was |
Artist | Emitt Rhodes |
Album | The American Dream |
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作词 : Rhodes | |
Rhodes | |
In a village in the woods they plant a tree for every newborn babe | |
So they sowed a seed for a child named John and they watched it day by day | |
The tree it grew in a very strange way as twisted as a knot | |
And the child he grew in the very same way and never would his parents have thought. | |
The lad was bright and he learned to read as well as he could talk | |
But his limbs were as twisted as the tree and never would he walk | |
People would come to stop and stare and you could hear them say | |
It doesn't seem to me to be quite fair and then be on their way. | |
Sing a song of joy, lift your hearts in song | |
For a newborn boy, for a life that's long | |
For a life that's long. | |
Now he loved the tree even though it was as twisted as himself | |
For somewhere deep inside his soul he thought of nothing else | |
And the boy he grew, did the best he could but his limbs remained the same | |
Well, whoever listens who will understand someone who is lame. | |
Some came to cry and some came to laugh the day he passed away | |
He's really not dead, he's just taking a nap, I heard somebody say | |
I really can't explain the tree had died, it withered without love | |
But a stump remains to remind us of the man that he was. | |
Sing a song of death, sing a song of peace | |
Sing a song of rest and a song of relief | |
Till the end of time | |
Till the end of time | |
Till the end of time. |
zuo ci : Rhodes | |
Rhodes | |
In a village in the woods they plant a tree for every newborn babe | |
So they sowed a seed for a child named John and they watched it day by day | |
The tree it grew in a very strange way as twisted as a knot | |
And the child he grew in the very same way and never would his parents have thought. | |
The lad was bright and he learned to read as well as he could talk | |
But his limbs were as twisted as the tree and never would he walk | |
People would come to stop and stare and you could hear them say | |
It doesn' t seem to me to be quite fair and then be on their way. | |
Sing a song of joy, lift your hearts in song | |
For a newborn boy, for a life that' s long | |
For a life that' s long. | |
Now he loved the tree even though it was as twisted as himself | |
For somewhere deep inside his soul he thought of nothing else | |
And the boy he grew, did the best he could but his limbs remained the same | |
Well, whoever listens who will understand someone who is lame. | |
Some came to cry and some came to laugh the day he passed away | |
He' s really not dead, he' s just taking a nap, I heard somebody say | |
I really can' t explain the tree had died, it withered without love | |
But a stump remains to remind us of the man that he was. | |
Sing a song of death, sing a song of peace | |
Sing a song of rest and a song of relief | |
Till the end of time | |
Till the end of time | |
Till the end of time. |
zuò cí : Rhodes | |
Rhodes | |
In a village in the woods they plant a tree for every newborn babe | |
So they sowed a seed for a child named John and they watched it day by day | |
The tree it grew in a very strange way as twisted as a knot | |
And the child he grew in the very same way and never would his parents have thought. | |
The lad was bright and he learned to read as well as he could talk | |
But his limbs were as twisted as the tree and never would he walk | |
People would come to stop and stare and you could hear them say | |
It doesn' t seem to me to be quite fair and then be on their way. | |
Sing a song of joy, lift your hearts in song | |
For a newborn boy, for a life that' s long | |
For a life that' s long. | |
Now he loved the tree even though it was as twisted as himself | |
For somewhere deep inside his soul he thought of nothing else | |
And the boy he grew, did the best he could but his limbs remained the same | |
Well, whoever listens who will understand someone who is lame. | |
Some came to cry and some came to laugh the day he passed away | |
He' s really not dead, he' s just taking a nap, I heard somebody say | |
I really can' t explain the tree had died, it withered without love | |
But a stump remains to remind us of the man that he was. | |
Sing a song of death, sing a song of peace | |
Sing a song of rest and a song of relief | |
Till the end of time | |
Till the end of time | |
Till the end of time. |