Song | There's a Wall in Washington |
Artist | Iris DeMent |
Album | The Way I Should |
作词 : Dement | |
There's a wall in Washington | |
and it's made of cold black granite | |
They say 60,000 names are etched there in it | |
in that wall in Washington | |
A father, he traveled from far away | |
to walk the path 'til he finds that name | |
He reaches his hand up and traces each letter | |
The tears they fall as his memories gather | |
for the boy who filled his heart with pride | |
is now but a name that's been etched | |
in the side of this wall in Washington | |
A mother she traveled from far away | |
to walk the path 'til she finds that name | |
She reaches her hand up and traces each letter | |
The tears they fall as her memories gather | |
She feels the baby at her breast | |
but her heart it breaks because all that is left | |
is this wall in Washington | |
A boy, he traveled from far away | |
to walk the path 'til he finds that name | |
He reaches his hand up and traces each letter | |
He stares at the name of his unknown father | |
His heart is young and it's filled with pain | |
in anger he cries out | |
"Who is to blame for this wall in Washington | |
that's made of cold black granite? | |
Why is my father's name etched here in it | |
in this wall in Washington?" |
zuò cí : Dement | |
There' s a wall in Washington | |
and it' s made of cold black granite | |
They say 60, 000 names are etched there in it | |
in that wall in Washington | |
A father, he traveled from far away | |
to walk the path ' til he finds that name | |
He reaches his hand up and traces each letter | |
The tears they fall as his memories gather | |
for the boy who filled his heart with pride | |
is now but a name that' s been etched | |
in the side of this wall in Washington | |
A mother she traveled from far away | |
to walk the path ' til she finds that name | |
She reaches her hand up and traces each letter | |
The tears they fall as her memories gather | |
She feels the baby at her breast | |
but her heart it breaks because all that is left | |
is this wall in Washington | |
A boy, he traveled from far away | |
to walk the path ' til he finds that name | |
He reaches his hand up and traces each letter | |
He stares at the name of his unknown father | |
His heart is young and it' s filled with pain | |
in anger he cries out | |
" Who is to blame for this wall in Washington | |
that' s made of cold black granite? | |
Why is my father' s name etched here in it | |
in this wall in Washington?" |