Song | Scarlet Begonias |
Artist | Grateful Dead |
Album | Road Trips, Vol. 4, No. 2: April Fools '88 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Jerry Garcia | |
作词 : Robert Hunter | |
As i was walkin' 'round grosvenor square | |
Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air, | |
From the other direction, she was calling my eye, | |
It could be an illusion, but i might as well try, might as well try. | |
She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes. | |
And i knew without askin' she was into the blues. | |
She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls, | |
I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls. | |
In the thick of the evening when the dealing got rough, | |
She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff. | |
As i picked up my matches and was closing the door, | |
I had one of those flashes i'd been there before, been there before. | |
Well, i ain't always right but i've never been wrong. | |
Seldom turns out the way it does in a song. | |
Once in a while you get shown the light | |
In the strangest of places if you look at it right. | |
Well there ain't nothing wrong with the way she moves, | |
Scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues. | |
And there's nothing wrong with the look that's in her eyes, | |
Wind in the willow's playin' "tea for two"; | |
The sky was yellow and the sun was blue, | |
Strangers stoppin' strangers just to shake their hand, | |
Everybody's playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band. |
zuo qu : Jerry Garcia | |
zuo ci : Robert Hunter | |
As i was walkin' ' round grosvenor square | |
Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air, | |
From the other direction, she was calling my eye, | |
It could be an illusion, but i might as well try, might as well try. | |
She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes. | |
And i knew without askin' she was into the blues. | |
She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls, | |
I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls. | |
In the thick of the evening when the dealing got rough, | |
She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff. | |
As i picked up my matches and was closing the door, | |
I had one of those flashes i' d been there before, been there before. | |
Well, i ain' t always right but i' ve never been wrong. | |
Seldom turns out the way it does in a song. | |
Once in a while you get shown the light | |
In the strangest of places if you look at it right. | |
Well there ain' t nothing wrong with the way she moves, | |
Scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues. | |
And there' s nothing wrong with the look that' s in her eyes, | |
Wind in the willow' s playin' " tea for two" | |
The sky was yellow and the sun was blue, | |
Strangers stoppin' strangers just to shake their hand, | |
Everybody' s playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band. |
zuò qǔ : Jerry Garcia | |
zuò cí : Robert Hunter | |
As i was walkin' ' round grosvenor square | |
Not a chill to the winter but a nip to the air, | |
From the other direction, she was calling my eye, | |
It could be an illusion, but i might as well try, might as well try. | |
She had rings on her fingers and bells on her shoes. | |
And i knew without askin' she was into the blues. | |
She wore scarlet begonias tucked into her curls, | |
I knew right away she was not like other girls, other girls. | |
In the thick of the evening when the dealing got rough, | |
She was too pat to open and too cool to bluff. | |
As i picked up my matches and was closing the door, | |
I had one of those flashes i' d been there before, been there before. | |
Well, i ain' t always right but i' ve never been wrong. | |
Seldom turns out the way it does in a song. | |
Once in a while you get shown the light | |
In the strangest of places if you look at it right. | |
Well there ain' t nothing wrong with the way she moves, | |
Scarlet begonias or a touch of the blues. | |
And there' s nothing wrong with the look that' s in her eyes, | |
Wind in the willow' s playin' " tea for two" | |
The sky was yellow and the sun was blue, | |
Strangers stoppin' strangers just to shake their hand, | |
Everybody' s playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band. |