| Song | Koeeoaddi There |
| Artist | The Incredible String Band |
| Album | The Hangman's Beautiful Daughter |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Williamson | |
| The natural cards revolve ever changing, | |
| Seeded elsewhere, planted in the garden fair, | |
| Grow trees, grow trees. | |
| Tongues of the sheer wind, | |
| Setting your foot where the sand is untrodden, | |
| The ocean that only begins. | |
| Listen, a woman with a bulldozer built this house now. | |
| Carving away the mountain whose name is your childhood home. | |
| We were trying to buy it, buy it, buy it. | |
| Someone was found, killed there, all bones, bones, dry bones. | |
| Earth, water, fire and air | |
| Met together in a garden fair, | |
| Put in a basket bound with skin. | |
| If you answer this riddle, | |
| If you answer this riddle, | |
| You'll never begin. | |
| Born in a house where the doors shut tight, | |
| Shadowy fingers on the curtains at night. | |
| Cherry tree blossom, head high snow, | |
| A busy main road where I wasn't to go. | |
| I used to sit on the garden wall, | |
| Say hello to people going by so tall. | |
| Hello to the postman's stubbly skin, | |
| Hello to the baker's stubbly grin. | |
| Mrs. Thompson gave me a bear, | |
| Brigitte and some people lived upstairs. | |
| Skating on happy valley pond, | |
| Various ministers and guards stood around. | |
| The ice was nice, hello the invisible brethren, | |
| And there was a tent you played cards with the soldiers in, | |
| "Don't worry, we won't send anyone after you", they screamed. | |
| But me and licorice saw the last of them one misty, twisty day, | |
| Across the mournful morning moor, motoring away, | |
| Singing "ladybird, ladybird what is your wish, | |
| Your wish is not granted unless it's a fish. | |
| Your wish is not granted unless it's a dish. | |
| A fish on a dish is that what you wish." | |
| Earth, water, fire and air | |
| Met together in a garden fair, | |
| Put in a basket bound with skin. | |
| If you answer this riddle, | |
| If you answer this riddle, | |
| You'll never begin. |
| zuo ci : Williamson | |
| The natural cards revolve ever changing, | |
| Seeded elsewhere, planted in the garden fair, | |
| Grow trees, grow trees. | |
| Tongues of the sheer wind, | |
| Setting your foot where the sand is untrodden, | |
| The ocean that only begins. | |
| Listen, a woman with a bulldozer built this house now. | |
| Carving away the mountain whose name is your childhood home. | |
| We were trying to buy it, buy it, buy it. | |
| Someone was found, killed there, all bones, bones, dry bones. | |
| Earth, water, fire and air | |
| Met together in a garden fair, | |
| Put in a basket bound with skin. | |
| If you answer this riddle, | |
| If you answer this riddle, | |
| You' ll never begin. | |
| Born in a house where the doors shut tight, | |
| Shadowy fingers on the curtains at night. | |
| Cherry tree blossom, head high snow, | |
| A busy main road where I wasn' t to go. | |
| I used to sit on the garden wall, | |
| Say hello to people going by so tall. | |
| Hello to the postman' s stubbly skin, | |
| Hello to the baker' s stubbly grin. | |
| Mrs. Thompson gave me a bear, | |
| Brigitte and some people lived upstairs. | |
| Skating on happy valley pond, | |
| Various ministers and guards stood around. | |
| The ice was nice, hello the invisible brethren, | |
| And there was a tent you played cards with the soldiers in, | |
| " Don' t worry, we won' t send anyone after you", they screamed. | |
| But me and licorice saw the last of them one misty, twisty day, | |
| Across the mournful morning moor, motoring away, | |
| Singing " ladybird, ladybird what is your wish, | |
| Your wish is not granted unless it' s a fish. | |
| Your wish is not granted unless it' s a dish. | |
| A fish on a dish is that what you wish." | |
| Earth, water, fire and air | |
| Met together in a garden fair, | |
| Put in a basket bound with skin. | |
| If you answer this riddle, | |
| If you answer this riddle, | |
| You' ll never begin. |
| zuò cí : Williamson | |
| The natural cards revolve ever changing, | |
| Seeded elsewhere, planted in the garden fair, | |
| Grow trees, grow trees. | |
| Tongues of the sheer wind, | |
| Setting your foot where the sand is untrodden, | |
| The ocean that only begins. | |
| Listen, a woman with a bulldozer built this house now. | |
| Carving away the mountain whose name is your childhood home. | |
| We were trying to buy it, buy it, buy it. | |
| Someone was found, killed there, all bones, bones, dry bones. | |
| Earth, water, fire and air | |
| Met together in a garden fair, | |
| Put in a basket bound with skin. | |
| If you answer this riddle, | |
| If you answer this riddle, | |
| You' ll never begin. | |
| Born in a house where the doors shut tight, | |
| Shadowy fingers on the curtains at night. | |
| Cherry tree blossom, head high snow, | |
| A busy main road where I wasn' t to go. | |
| I used to sit on the garden wall, | |
| Say hello to people going by so tall. | |
| Hello to the postman' s stubbly skin, | |
| Hello to the baker' s stubbly grin. | |
| Mrs. Thompson gave me a bear, | |
| Brigitte and some people lived upstairs. | |
| Skating on happy valley pond, | |
| Various ministers and guards stood around. | |
| The ice was nice, hello the invisible brethren, | |
| And there was a tent you played cards with the soldiers in, | |
| " Don' t worry, we won' t send anyone after you", they screamed. | |
| But me and licorice saw the last of them one misty, twisty day, | |
| Across the mournful morning moor, motoring away, | |
| Singing " ladybird, ladybird what is your wish, | |
| Your wish is not granted unless it' s a fish. | |
| Your wish is not granted unless it' s a dish. | |
| A fish on a dish is that what you wish." | |
| Earth, water, fire and air | |
| Met together in a garden fair, | |
| Put in a basket bound with skin. | |
| If you answer this riddle, | |
| If you answer this riddle, | |
| You' ll never begin. |