Song | Hanuka Bell |
Artist | The Klezmatics |
Album | Woody Guthrie's Happy Joyous Hanukkah [2006] |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Guthrie, Morrissett | |
Dinga lingle lingle, I ring your bell | |
Knocka knock knockie knock at your door | |
The week of Hanuka now is here | |
And you must be sad no more | |
I'll help you clean and scrubbity scrub | |
I'll dress you pretty and sweet, sweet, sweet, | |
I'll dance you right out your door, door, door, | |
And you must be sad no more. | |
Here's my old man that drives my old horse | |
Hitched up to my junky old cart | |
His clothes look older than you and me | |
But he talks with a song in his heart | |
Grandma tells tales of old Hanuka times | |
Us kids walk all back to those years | |
She waves both her hands and a fire lights her eye | |
And she never looks sad anymore. | |
Hanuka time is the time for us all | |
To tell things that troubled our minds | |
To untie old knots of bad feelings we've had | |
And try not to look sad anymore | |
It's dinga lingle lingle, I dingle your bell | |
Yes, I knocka knock knock at your door | |
Eight days of sweet Hanuka make me feel like new | |
So I don't look so sad anymore |
zuo ci : Guthrie, Morrissett | |
Dinga lingle lingle, I ring your bell | |
Knocka knock knockie knock at your door | |
The week of Hanuka now is here | |
And you must be sad no more | |
I' ll help you clean and scrubbity scrub | |
I' ll dress you pretty and sweet, sweet, sweet, | |
I' ll dance you right out your door, door, door, | |
And you must be sad no more. | |
Here' s my old man that drives my old horse | |
Hitched up to my junky old cart | |
His clothes look older than you and me | |
But he talks with a song in his heart | |
Grandma tells tales of old Hanuka times | |
Us kids walk all back to those years | |
She waves both her hands and a fire lights her eye | |
And she never looks sad anymore. | |
Hanuka time is the time for us all | |
To tell things that troubled our minds | |
To untie old knots of bad feelings we' ve had | |
And try not to look sad anymore | |
It' s dinga lingle lingle, I dingle your bell | |
Yes, I knocka knock knock at your door | |
Eight days of sweet Hanuka make me feel like new | |
So I don' t look so sad anymore |
zuò cí : Guthrie, Morrissett | |
Dinga lingle lingle, I ring your bell | |
Knocka knock knockie knock at your door | |
The week of Hanuka now is here | |
And you must be sad no more | |
I' ll help you clean and scrubbity scrub | |
I' ll dress you pretty and sweet, sweet, sweet, | |
I' ll dance you right out your door, door, door, | |
And you must be sad no more. | |
Here' s my old man that drives my old horse | |
Hitched up to my junky old cart | |
His clothes look older than you and me | |
But he talks with a song in his heart | |
Grandma tells tales of old Hanuka times | |
Us kids walk all back to those years | |
She waves both her hands and a fire lights her eye | |
And she never looks sad anymore. | |
Hanuka time is the time for us all | |
To tell things that troubled our minds | |
To untie old knots of bad feelings we' ve had | |
And try not to look sad anymore | |
It' s dinga lingle lingle, I dingle your bell | |
Yes, I knocka knock knock at your door | |
Eight days of sweet Hanuka make me feel like new | |
So I don' t look so sad anymore |