Song | Sisotowbell Lane |
Artist | Joni Mitchell |
Album | Song to a Seagull |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Mitchell | |
Sisotowbell lane | |
Noah is fixing the pump in the rain | |
He brings us no shame | |
We always knew that he always knew | |
Up over the hill | |
Jovial neighbors come down when they will | |
With stories to tell | |
Sometimes they do | |
Yes sometimes we do | |
We have a rocking chair | |
Each of us rocks his share | |
Eating muffin buns and berries | |
By the steamy kitchen window | |
Sometimes we do | |
Our tongues turn blue | |
Sisotowbell lane | |
Anywhere else now would seem very strange | |
The seasons are changing | |
Everyday in every way | |
Sometimes it is spring | |
Sometimes it is not anything | |
A poet can sing | |
Sometimes we try | |
Yes we always try | |
We have a rocking chair | |
Some days we rock and stare | |
At the woodlands and the grasslands | |
And the badlands 'cross the river | |
Sometimes we do | |
We like the view | |
Sisotowbell lane | |
Go to the city you'll come back again | |
To wade through the grain | |
You always do | |
Yes we always do | |
Come back to the stars | |
Sweet well water and pickling jars | |
We'll lend you the car | |
We always do | |
Yes sometimes we do | |
We have a rocking chair | |
Someone is always there | |
Rocking rhythms while they're waiting | |
With the candle in the window | |
Sometimes we do | |
We wait for you |
zuo ci : Mitchell | |
Sisotowbell lane | |
Noah is fixing the pump in the rain | |
He brings us no shame | |
We always knew that he always knew | |
Up over the hill | |
Jovial neighbors come down when they will | |
With stories to tell | |
Sometimes they do | |
Yes sometimes we do | |
We have a rocking chair | |
Each of us rocks his share | |
Eating muffin buns and berries | |
By the steamy kitchen window | |
Sometimes we do | |
Our tongues turn blue | |
Sisotowbell lane | |
Anywhere else now would seem very strange | |
The seasons are changing | |
Everyday in every way | |
Sometimes it is spring | |
Sometimes it is not anything | |
A poet can sing | |
Sometimes we try | |
Yes we always try | |
We have a rocking chair | |
Some days we rock and stare | |
At the woodlands and the grasslands | |
And the badlands ' cross the river | |
Sometimes we do | |
We like the view | |
Sisotowbell lane | |
Go to the city you' ll come back again | |
To wade through the grain | |
You always do | |
Yes we always do | |
Come back to the stars | |
Sweet well water and pickling jars | |
We' ll lend you the car | |
We always do | |
Yes sometimes we do | |
We have a rocking chair | |
Someone is always there | |
Rocking rhythms while they' re waiting | |
With the candle in the window | |
Sometimes we do | |
We wait for you |
zuò cí : Mitchell | |
Sisotowbell lane | |
Noah is fixing the pump in the rain | |
He brings us no shame | |
We always knew that he always knew | |
Up over the hill | |
Jovial neighbors come down when they will | |
With stories to tell | |
Sometimes they do | |
Yes sometimes we do | |
We have a rocking chair | |
Each of us rocks his share | |
Eating muffin buns and berries | |
By the steamy kitchen window | |
Sometimes we do | |
Our tongues turn blue | |
Sisotowbell lane | |
Anywhere else now would seem very strange | |
The seasons are changing | |
Everyday in every way | |
Sometimes it is spring | |
Sometimes it is not anything | |
A poet can sing | |
Sometimes we try | |
Yes we always try | |
We have a rocking chair | |
Some days we rock and stare | |
At the woodlands and the grasslands | |
And the badlands ' cross the river | |
Sometimes we do | |
We like the view | |
Sisotowbell lane | |
Go to the city you' ll come back again | |
To wade through the grain | |
You always do | |
Yes we always do | |
Come back to the stars | |
Sweet well water and pickling jars | |
We' ll lend you the car | |
We always do | |
Yes sometimes we do | |
We have a rocking chair | |
Someone is always there | |
Rocking rhythms while they' re waiting | |
With the candle in the window | |
Sometimes we do | |
We wait for you |