Song | When Last I Was a Fisherman |
Artist | Jane Siberry |
Album | Tree: Music for Films and Forests |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Siberry | |
When last I was a fisherman | |
I'd watch the storms rise up from the sea | |
And see it as a sign to me | |
That the sea was still my mistress | |
And teasing me for love | |
When last I was a fisherman | |
I'd watch the whale-fish blow | |
And rise up from the darkest deep real slow | |
And see it as a sign to me | |
That she was still my mistress | |
And teasing me for love | |
I never knew why she loved me | |
I never tried for her favour | |
I wouldn't have known how | |
I wouldn't have known how | |
And I didn't have the know-how | |
To heel and toe her, heel and toe her | |
I only knew that she was my mistress | |
And teasing me for love | |
When last I was a fisherman | |
I lay along the sea wall | |
My body pressed against | |
The blue of her occupation elsewhere | |
She was busy with the other boats | |
But I knew she'd turn her belly back to me | |
When she was free | |
When last I was a fisherman | |
I'd stand against the sea | |
My skiff adrift in ecstasy | |
The mast a-singing, the salt a-stinging | |
I'd see it as a sign to me | |
That she was still my mistress | |
And just teasing me for love | |
I never knew why she loved me... | |
When last I was a fisherman | |
I lay awake one night | |
Her cooing and raving nearby | |
And I waited in youthful eagerness | |
For the dawn's first hint of light | |
For my mistress to come | |
For she to come to me | |
I knew she was coming | |
I could feel her coming | |
And I waited and I waited | |
And I waited and I waited... | |
'Til I raised my voice unto the night | |
And only heard a baby's cry | |
I never knew why she loved me... |
zuo ci : Siberry | |
When last I was a fisherman | |
I' d watch the storms rise up from the sea | |
And see it as a sign to me | |
That the sea was still my mistress | |
And teasing me for love | |
When last I was a fisherman | |
I' d watch the whalefish blow | |
And rise up from the darkest deep real slow | |
And see it as a sign to me | |
That she was still my mistress | |
And teasing me for love | |
I never knew why she loved me | |
I never tried for her favour | |
I wouldn' t have known how | |
I wouldn' t have known how | |
And I didn' t have the knowhow | |
To heel and toe her, heel and toe her | |
I only knew that she was my mistress | |
And teasing me for love | |
When last I was a fisherman | |
I lay along the sea wall | |
My body pressed against | |
The blue of her occupation elsewhere | |
She was busy with the other boats | |
But I knew she' d turn her belly back to me | |
When she was free | |
When last I was a fisherman | |
I' d stand against the sea | |
My skiff adrift in ecstasy | |
The mast asinging, the salt astinging | |
I' d see it as a sign to me | |
That she was still my mistress | |
And just teasing me for love | |
I never knew why she loved me... | |
When last I was a fisherman | |
I lay awake one night | |
Her cooing and raving nearby | |
And I waited in youthful eagerness | |
For the dawn' s first hint of light | |
For my mistress to come | |
For she to come to me | |
I knew she was coming | |
I could feel her coming | |
And I waited and I waited | |
And I waited and I waited... | |
' Til I raised my voice unto the night | |
And only heard a baby' s cry | |
I never knew why she loved me... |
zuò cí : Siberry | |
When last I was a fisherman | |
I' d watch the storms rise up from the sea | |
And see it as a sign to me | |
That the sea was still my mistress | |
And teasing me for love | |
When last I was a fisherman | |
I' d watch the whalefish blow | |
And rise up from the darkest deep real slow | |
And see it as a sign to me | |
That she was still my mistress | |
And teasing me for love | |
I never knew why she loved me | |
I never tried for her favour | |
I wouldn' t have known how | |
I wouldn' t have known how | |
And I didn' t have the knowhow | |
To heel and toe her, heel and toe her | |
I only knew that she was my mistress | |
And teasing me for love | |
When last I was a fisherman | |
I lay along the sea wall | |
My body pressed against | |
The blue of her occupation elsewhere | |
She was busy with the other boats | |
But I knew she' d turn her belly back to me | |
When she was free | |
When last I was a fisherman | |
I' d stand against the sea | |
My skiff adrift in ecstasy | |
The mast asinging, the salt astinging | |
I' d see it as a sign to me | |
That she was still my mistress | |
And just teasing me for love | |
I never knew why she loved me... | |
When last I was a fisherman | |
I lay awake one night | |
Her cooing and raving nearby | |
And I waited in youthful eagerness | |
For the dawn' s first hint of light | |
For my mistress to come | |
For she to come to me | |
I knew she was coming | |
I could feel her coming | |
And I waited and I waited | |
And I waited and I waited... | |
' Til I raised my voice unto the night | |
And only heard a baby' s cry | |
I never knew why she loved me... |