Song | Julie Anne |
Artist | Nanci Griffith |
Album | Poet in My Window |
作词 : Griffith | |
An urban light hit's a bartender's smile | |
'Cause it's closin' time again | |
Last call rang out such a long time ago | |
In the heart of Julie Anne | |
Now she waits inside this midnight glow | |
to steal her dance of grace | |
White satin gloves on her hands these days | |
to cover the dancer's age | |
The wintertime's so sweet | |
Even wino's have their needs | |
They pretend that she is younger | |
when they are lonely | |
The bar room floor's her home | |
When the light's are low they'll call for more | |
How it hurt's to hear them say she is only | |
old Julie Anne | |
Men don't fear the well's of time | |
for the years will bring them something | |
(something) | |
While the women count their wrinkles | |
and the children in their homes | |
But if I'm blinded here tomorrow | |
I am blessed in the beauty of chance | |
To remember the hands of a bird in flight | |
In the dance of Julie Anne | |
The wintertime's so sweet | |
Even wino's have their needs | |
They pretend that she is younger | |
when they are lonely | |
The bar room floor's her home | |
When the light's are low they'll call for more | |
How it hurt's to hear them say she is only | |
old Julie Anne | |
Oh Julie Anne | |
Don't go to sleep | |
Just pick your heart up off that wino's knee | |
And let the whiskey be your lover | |
who makes the winter sweet | |
and warms a dancer's feet |
zuò cí : Griffith | |
An urban light hit' s a bartender' s smile | |
' Cause it' s closin' time again | |
Last call rang out such a long time ago | |
In the heart of Julie Anne | |
Now she waits inside this midnight glow | |
to steal her dance of grace | |
White satin gloves on her hands these days | |
to cover the dancer' s age | |
The wintertime' s so sweet | |
Even wino' s have their needs | |
They pretend that she is younger | |
when they are lonely | |
The bar room floor' s her home | |
When the light' s are low they' ll call for more | |
How it hurt' s to hear them say she is only | |
old Julie Anne | |
Men don' t fear the well' s of time | |
for the years will bring them something | |
something | |
While the women count their wrinkles | |
and the children in their homes | |
But if I' m blinded here tomorrow | |
I am blessed in the beauty of chance | |
To remember the hands of a bird in flight | |
In the dance of Julie Anne | |
The wintertime' s so sweet | |
Even wino' s have their needs | |
They pretend that she is younger | |
when they are lonely | |
The bar room floor' s her home | |
When the light' s are low they' ll call for more | |
How it hurt' s to hear them say she is only | |
old Julie Anne | |
Oh Julie Anne | |
Don' t go to sleep | |
Just pick your heart up off that wino' s knee | |
And let the whiskey be your lover | |
who makes the winter sweet | |
and warms a dancer' s feet |