| Song | The Strange Well |
| Artist | Jane Siberry |
| Album | Jane Siberry |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Siberry | |
| One time I saw Canada fall through a hole in the sky | |
| I do not know if I was really sad to see her go | |
| For in her place there was a herd of early morning cows | |
| They moved in one direction | |
| They knew where, when, how, why not | |
| There is a strange well I go to | |
| And each time | |
| I lean, I look | |
| I learn, I leave | |
| I go back to town | |
| Saying things I don't believe | |
| My words they're just pebbles under water | |
| They rise like flocks of birds | |
| They are discontinued because the well has overhead and said | |
| Are your opinions not confirmed until you tell them to someone | |
| And is this the lonely night not real until it has been framed as one | |
| There is a strange well I go to... | |
| I spoke about the rosewood proud and I said this river is wise | |
| And I said these mountains are all-seeing | |
| Said the well--you must realize | |
| That once again your words have pulled the universe out of place | |
| To exist it need not have a human face | |
| There is a strange well I go to... | |
| And sometimes when I go there and my heart is clear | |
| There are no visions--there are no sounds to hear | |
| Oh strange well--does your voice rise and fall | |
| When I am away | |
| And do your watercolours run like they're doing today | |
| There is a strange well I go to | |
| And each time | |
| I lean, I look | |
| I learn, I leave | |
| I go back to town | |
| Saying things I don't believe |
| zuo ci : Siberry | |
| One time I saw Canada fall through a hole in the sky | |
| I do not know if I was really sad to see her go | |
| For in her place there was a herd of early morning cows | |
| They moved in one direction | |
| They knew where, when, how, why not | |
| There is a strange well I go to | |
| And each time | |
| I lean, I look | |
| I learn, I leave | |
| I go back to town | |
| Saying things I don' t believe | |
| My words they' re just pebbles under water | |
| They rise like flocks of birds | |
| They are discontinued because the well has overhead and said | |
| Are your opinions not confirmed until you tell them to someone | |
| And is this the lonely night not real until it has been framed as one | |
| There is a strange well I go to... | |
| I spoke about the rosewood proud and I said this river is wise | |
| And I said these mountains are allseeing | |
| Said the wellyou must realize | |
| That once again your words have pulled the universe out of place | |
| To exist it need not have a human face | |
| There is a strange well I go to... | |
| And sometimes when I go there and my heart is clear | |
| There are no visionsthere are no sounds to hear | |
| Oh strange welldoes your voice rise and fall | |
| When I am away | |
| And do your watercolours run like they' re doing today | |
| There is a strange well I go to | |
| And each time | |
| I lean, I look | |
| I learn, I leave | |
| I go back to town | |
| Saying things I don' t believe |
| zuò cí : Siberry | |
| One time I saw Canada fall through a hole in the sky | |
| I do not know if I was really sad to see her go | |
| For in her place there was a herd of early morning cows | |
| They moved in one direction | |
| They knew where, when, how, why not | |
| There is a strange well I go to | |
| And each time | |
| I lean, I look | |
| I learn, I leave | |
| I go back to town | |
| Saying things I don' t believe | |
| My words they' re just pebbles under water | |
| They rise like flocks of birds | |
| They are discontinued because the well has overhead and said | |
| Are your opinions not confirmed until you tell them to someone | |
| And is this the lonely night not real until it has been framed as one | |
| There is a strange well I go to... | |
| I spoke about the rosewood proud and I said this river is wise | |
| And I said these mountains are allseeing | |
| Said the wellyou must realize | |
| That once again your words have pulled the universe out of place | |
| To exist it need not have a human face | |
| There is a strange well I go to... | |
| And sometimes when I go there and my heart is clear | |
| There are no visionsthere are no sounds to hear | |
| Oh strange welldoes your voice rise and fall | |
| When I am away | |
| And do your watercolours run like they' re doing today | |
| There is a strange well I go to | |
| And each time | |
| I lean, I look | |
| I learn, I leave | |
| I go back to town | |
| Saying things I don' t believe |