Song | Down Before Cathay |
Artist | The Incredible String Band |
Album | No Ruinous Feud |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Lemaistre | |
Through red forests that lean against the hills | |
I wandered with my heart in my hand | |
My cloak wound down to the shores of Cathay | |
Where the gold lay scattered on the sand | |
Night was young back before the dawn | |
Casting kisses at the day | |
Shipping the sea bestriding the earth | |
Down before Cathay. | |
The admirable deeds of Khubla Khan | |
we admired from the deck | |
Of our cedarwood ship | |
Observing the domes that prance from Mandalay | |
Where the dogs they sleep all the day | |
We gazed upon the Towers of Tyre | |
That rose coarse and spicey in the air | |
But we sailed up the coast to sidon | |
Where the gazes are so rare | |
Where the gazes are so rare | |
The ship shone its lamp across the silent air | |
That swirled before Cathay | |
And there on the sand that courts the amber sea | |
Our fair bodies we cast away | |
Night was young back before the dawn | |
Casting kisses at the day | |
Sipping the sea bestriing the earth | |
Down before Cathay. |
zuo ci : Lemaistre | |
Through red forests that lean against the hills | |
I wandered with my heart in my hand | |
My cloak wound down to the shores of Cathay | |
Where the gold lay scattered on the sand | |
Night was young back before the dawn | |
Casting kisses at the day | |
Shipping the sea bestriding the earth | |
Down before Cathay. | |
The admirable deeds of Khubla Khan | |
we admired from the deck | |
Of our cedarwood ship | |
Observing the domes that prance from Mandalay | |
Where the dogs they sleep all the day | |
We gazed upon the Towers of Tyre | |
That rose coarse and spicey in the air | |
But we sailed up the coast to sidon | |
Where the gazes are so rare | |
Where the gazes are so rare | |
The ship shone its lamp across the silent air | |
That swirled before Cathay | |
And there on the sand that courts the amber sea | |
Our fair bodies we cast away | |
Night was young back before the dawn | |
Casting kisses at the day | |
Sipping the sea bestriing the earth | |
Down before Cathay. |
zuò cí : Lemaistre | |
Through red forests that lean against the hills | |
I wandered with my heart in my hand | |
My cloak wound down to the shores of Cathay | |
Where the gold lay scattered on the sand | |
Night was young back before the dawn | |
Casting kisses at the day | |
Shipping the sea bestriding the earth | |
Down before Cathay. | |
The admirable deeds of Khubla Khan | |
we admired from the deck | |
Of our cedarwood ship | |
Observing the domes that prance from Mandalay | |
Where the dogs they sleep all the day | |
We gazed upon the Towers of Tyre | |
That rose coarse and spicey in the air | |
But we sailed up the coast to sidon | |
Where the gazes are so rare | |
Where the gazes are so rare | |
The ship shone its lamp across the silent air | |
That swirled before Cathay | |
And there on the sand that courts the amber sea | |
Our fair bodies we cast away | |
Night was young back before the dawn | |
Casting kisses at the day | |
Sipping the sea bestriing the earth | |
Down before Cathay. |