Song | Lady Genevieve |
Artist | The Mamas & the Papas |
Album | People Like Us |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Phillips | |
In a place far from here, | |
Circled by mountains, | |
Her skirts are raised; | |
She gently sways. | |
And kings cannot relieve | |
Lady Genevieve | |
Through a glass crystal sphere | |
Slowly revolving--- | |
Her life is seen; | |
The blues are green | |
And holy man decieve | |
Lady Genevieve. | |
Butterfly to a pin | |
Frozen in final motion. | |
Her colors fade | |
The bargain's made. | |
Collectors have achieved | |
Lady Genevieve. | |
Night has come, | |
So spread your wings | |
While they all are sleeping. | |
Try the wind; | |
Your wings will mend. | |
And happily conceive, | |
Lady Genevieve. | |
Lady Genevieve, | |
Torn from the willow, | |
Rest your head, | |
And none shall ere recieve. | |
My Lady Genevieve. |
zuo ci : Phillips | |
In a place far from here, | |
Circled by mountains, | |
Her skirts are raised | |
She gently sways. | |
And kings cannot relieve | |
Lady Genevieve | |
Through a glass crystal sphere | |
Slowly revolving | |
Her life is seen | |
The blues are green | |
And holy man decieve | |
Lady Genevieve. | |
Butterfly to a pin | |
Frozen in final motion. | |
Her colors fade | |
The bargain' s made. | |
Collectors have achieved | |
Lady Genevieve. | |
Night has come, | |
So spread your wings | |
While they all are sleeping. | |
Try the wind | |
Your wings will mend. | |
And happily conceive, | |
Lady Genevieve. | |
Lady Genevieve, | |
Torn from the willow, | |
Rest your head, | |
And none shall ere recieve. | |
My Lady Genevieve. |
zuò cí : Phillips | |
In a place far from here, | |
Circled by mountains, | |
Her skirts are raised | |
She gently sways. | |
And kings cannot relieve | |
Lady Genevieve | |
Through a glass crystal sphere | |
Slowly revolving | |
Her life is seen | |
The blues are green | |
And holy man decieve | |
Lady Genevieve. | |
Butterfly to a pin | |
Frozen in final motion. | |
Her colors fade | |
The bargain' s made. | |
Collectors have achieved | |
Lady Genevieve. | |
Night has come, | |
So spread your wings | |
While they all are sleeping. | |
Try the wind | |
Your wings will mend. | |
And happily conceive, | |
Lady Genevieve. | |
Lady Genevieve, | |
Torn from the willow, | |
Rest your head, | |
And none shall ere recieve. | |
My Lady Genevieve. |