Song | Cactus Tree |
Artist | Joni Mitchell |
Album | Miles of Aisles [live] |
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作词 : Mitchell | |
There's a man who's been out sailing | |
In a decade full of dreams | |
And he takes her to a schooner | |
And he treats her like a queen | |
Bearing beads from california | |
With their amber stones and green | |
He has called her from the harbor | |
He has kissed her with his freedom | |
He has heard her off to starboard | |
In the breaking and the breathing | |
Of the water weeds | |
While she was busy being free | |
There's a man who's climbed a mountain | |
And he's calling out her name | |
And he hopes her heart can hear three thousand miles | |
He calls again | |
He can think her there beside him | |
He can miss her just the same | |
He has missed her in the forest | |
While he showed her all the flowers | |
And the branches sang the chorus | |
As he climbed the scaley towers | |
Of a forest tree | |
While she was somewhere being free | |
There's a man who's sent a letter | |
And he's waiting for reply | |
He has asked her of her travels | |
Since the day they said goodbye | |
He writes "wish you were beside me | |
We can make it if we try" | |
He has seen her at the office | |
With her name on all his papers | |
Thru the sharing of the profits | |
He will find it hard to shake her | |
From his memory | |
And she's so busy being free | |
There's a lady in the city | |
And she thinks she loves them all | |
There's the one who's thinking of her | |
There's the one who sometimes calls | |
There's the one who writes her letters | |
With his facts and figures scrawl | |
She has brought them to her senses | |
They have laughed inside her laughter | |
Now she rallies her defenses | |
For she fears that one will ask her | |
For eternity | |
And she's so busy being free | |
There's a man who sends her medals | |
He is bleeding from the war | |
There's a jouster and a jester and a man who owns a store | |
There's a drummer and a dreamer | |
And you know there may be more | |
She will love them when she sees them | |
They will lose her if they follow | |
And she only means to please them | |
And her heart is full and hollow | |
Like a cactus tree | |
While she's so busy being free |
zuo ci : Mitchell | |
There' s a man who' s been out sailing | |
In a decade full of dreams | |
And he takes her to a schooner | |
And he treats her like a queen | |
Bearing beads from california | |
With their amber stones and green | |
He has called her from the harbor | |
He has kissed her with his freedom | |
He has heard her off to starboard | |
In the breaking and the breathing | |
Of the water weeds | |
While she was busy being free | |
There' s a man who' s climbed a mountain | |
And he' s calling out her name | |
And he hopes her heart can hear three thousand miles | |
He calls again | |
He can think her there beside him | |
He can miss her just the same | |
He has missed her in the forest | |
While he showed her all the flowers | |
And the branches sang the chorus | |
As he climbed the scaley towers | |
Of a forest tree | |
While she was somewhere being free | |
There' s a man who' s sent a letter | |
And he' s waiting for reply | |
He has asked her of her travels | |
Since the day they said goodbye | |
He writes " wish you were beside me | |
We can make it if we try" | |
He has seen her at the office | |
With her name on all his papers | |
Thru the sharing of the profits | |
He will find it hard to shake her | |
From his memory | |
And she' s so busy being free | |
There' s a lady in the city | |
And she thinks she loves them all | |
There' s the one who' s thinking of her | |
There' s the one who sometimes calls | |
There' s the one who writes her letters | |
With his facts and figures scrawl | |
She has brought them to her senses | |
They have laughed inside her laughter | |
Now she rallies her defenses | |
For she fears that one will ask her | |
For eternity | |
And she' s so busy being free | |
There' s a man who sends her medals | |
He is bleeding from the war | |
There' s a jouster and a jester and a man who owns a store | |
There' s a drummer and a dreamer | |
And you know there may be more | |
She will love them when she sees them | |
They will lose her if they follow | |
And she only means to please them | |
And her heart is full and hollow | |
Like a cactus tree | |
While she' s so busy being free |
zuò cí : Mitchell | |
There' s a man who' s been out sailing | |
In a decade full of dreams | |
And he takes her to a schooner | |
And he treats her like a queen | |
Bearing beads from california | |
With their amber stones and green | |
He has called her from the harbor | |
He has kissed her with his freedom | |
He has heard her off to starboard | |
In the breaking and the breathing | |
Of the water weeds | |
While she was busy being free | |
There' s a man who' s climbed a mountain | |
And he' s calling out her name | |
And he hopes her heart can hear three thousand miles | |
He calls again | |
He can think her there beside him | |
He can miss her just the same | |
He has missed her in the forest | |
While he showed her all the flowers | |
And the branches sang the chorus | |
As he climbed the scaley towers | |
Of a forest tree | |
While she was somewhere being free | |
There' s a man who' s sent a letter | |
And he' s waiting for reply | |
He has asked her of her travels | |
Since the day they said goodbye | |
He writes " wish you were beside me | |
We can make it if we try" | |
He has seen her at the office | |
With her name on all his papers | |
Thru the sharing of the profits | |
He will find it hard to shake her | |
From his memory | |
And she' s so busy being free | |
There' s a lady in the city | |
And she thinks she loves them all | |
There' s the one who' s thinking of her | |
There' s the one who sometimes calls | |
There' s the one who writes her letters | |
With his facts and figures scrawl | |
She has brought them to her senses | |
They have laughed inside her laughter | |
Now she rallies her defenses | |
For she fears that one will ask her | |
For eternity | |
And she' s so busy being free | |
There' s a man who sends her medals | |
He is bleeding from the war | |
There' s a jouster and a jester and a man who owns a store | |
There' s a drummer and a dreamer | |
And you know there may be more | |
She will love them when she sees them | |
They will lose her if they follow | |
And she only means to please them | |
And her heart is full and hollow | |
Like a cactus tree | |
While she' s so busy being free |