Song | A Tree in the Park |
Artist | Sarah Vaughan |
Album | The Rodgers & Hart Songbook |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Hart, Rodgers | |
When the noisy town lets its windows down | |
Little slaves are free at night | |
Then we'll soon retreet from the busy street | |
Till the crowds are out of sight | |
There's a rendezvous for lovers | |
Where we two can play | |
Very near your door, In the city's core | |
But it seems a millions miles away | |
Meet me underneath our little tree in the park | |
No one else around, but you and me in the dark | |
Just five minutes from your door-step | |
I'll wait for your step to come along | |
And the city's roar becomes a song | |
While I'm waiting, I discover more in your charms | |
Suddenly I turn around and your in my arms | |
And if there's a moon above you | |
I'll carve "I Love You" upon the bark | |
Underneath our little tree, inside the park | |
We'll make ev'ry bough shake, and wonder how | |
Two could be so nearly one | |
Ev'ry blade of grass sadly sighs, "Alas!" | |
Grass can never have such fun | |
In the desert town's oasis | |
We'll love 'neath the tree | |
It can't be amiss if the birdies kiss | |
We're as good as birds, aren't we? |
zuo ci : Hart, Rodgers | |
When the noisy town lets its windows down | |
Little slaves are free at night | |
Then we' ll soon retreet from the busy street | |
Till the crowds are out of sight | |
There' s a rendezvous for lovers | |
Where we two can play | |
Very near your door, In the city' s core | |
But it seems a millions miles away | |
Meet me underneath our little tree in the park | |
No one else around, but you and me in the dark | |
Just five minutes from your doorstep | |
I' ll wait for your step to come along | |
And the city' s roar becomes a song | |
While I' m waiting, I discover more in your charms | |
Suddenly I turn around and your in my arms | |
And if there' s a moon above you | |
I' ll carve " I Love You" upon the bark | |
Underneath our little tree, inside the park | |
We' ll make ev' ry bough shake, and wonder how | |
Two could be so nearly one | |
Ev' ry blade of grass sadly sighs, " Alas!" | |
Grass can never have such fun | |
In the desert town' s oasis | |
We' ll love ' neath the tree | |
It can' t be amiss if the birdies kiss | |
We' re as good as birds, aren' t we? |
zuò cí : Hart, Rodgers | |
When the noisy town lets its windows down | |
Little slaves are free at night | |
Then we' ll soon retreet from the busy street | |
Till the crowds are out of sight | |
There' s a rendezvous for lovers | |
Where we two can play | |
Very near your door, In the city' s core | |
But it seems a millions miles away | |
Meet me underneath our little tree in the park | |
No one else around, but you and me in the dark | |
Just five minutes from your doorstep | |
I' ll wait for your step to come along | |
And the city' s roar becomes a song | |
While I' m waiting, I discover more in your charms | |
Suddenly I turn around and your in my arms | |
And if there' s a moon above you | |
I' ll carve " I Love You" upon the bark | |
Underneath our little tree, inside the park | |
We' ll make ev' ry bough shake, and wonder how | |
Two could be so nearly one | |
Ev' ry blade of grass sadly sighs, " Alas!" | |
Grass can never have such fun | |
In the desert town' s oasis | |
We' ll love ' neath the tree | |
It can' t be amiss if the birdies kiss | |
We' re as good as birds, aren' t we? |