Dancing With The Moonlit Knight Lyrics
| Song | Dancing With The Moonlit Knight |
| Artist | Genesis |
| Album | Genesis Archive 1967–75 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Banks, Collins, Gabriel ... | |
| Written：Banks/Collins/Gabriel/Hackett/Rutherford | |
| "Can you tell me where my country lies?" | |
| said the unifaun to his true love's eyes. | |
| "It lies with me!" cried the Queen of Maybe | |
| for her merchandise, he traded in his prize. | |
| "Paper late!" cried a voice in the crowd. | |
| "Old man dies!" The note he left was signed 'Old Father Thames' | |
| it seems he's drowned; | |
| selling england by the pound. | |
| Citizens of Hope & Glory, | |
| Time goes by - it's "the time of your life". | |
| Easy now, sit you down. | |
| Chewing through your Wimpey dreams, | |
| they eat without a sound; | |
| digesting england by the pound. | |
| Young man says "you are what you eat" - eat well. | |
| Old man says "you are what you wear" - wear well. | |
| You know what you are, you don't give a damn; | |
| bursting your belt that is your homemade sham. | |
| The Captain leads his dance right on through the night | |
| join the dance... | |
| Follow on! Till the Grail sun sets in the mould. | |
| Follow on! Till the gold is cold. | |
| Dancing out with the moonlit knight, | |
| Knights of the Green Shield stamp and shout. | |
| There's a fat old lady outside the saloon; | |
| laying out the credit cards she plays Fortune. | |
| The deck is uneven right from the start; | |
| and all of their hands are playing apart. | |
| The Captain leads his dance right on through the night | |
| join the dance... | |
| Follow on! A Round Table-talking down we go. | |
| You're the show! | |
| Off we go with - You play the hobbyhorse, | |
| I'll play the fool. | |
| We'll tease the bull | |
| ringing round & loud, loud & round. | |
| Follow on! With a twist of the world we go. | |
| Follow on! Till the gold is cold. | |
| Dancing out with the moonlit knight, | |
| Knights of the Green Shield stamp and shout. |
| zuo ci : Banks, Collins, Gabriel ... | |
| Written: Banks Collins Gabriel Hackett Rutherford | |
| " Can you tell me where my country lies?" | |
| said the unifaun to his true love' s eyes. | |
| " It lies with me!" cried the Queen of Maybe | |
| for her merchandise, he traded in his prize. | |
| " Paper late!" cried a voice in the crowd. | |
| " Old man dies!" The note he left was signed ' Old Father Thames' | |
| it seems he' s drowned | |
| selling england by the pound. | |
| Citizens of Hope Glory, | |
| Time goes by it' s " the time of your life". | |
| Easy now, sit you down. | |
| Chewing through your Wimpey dreams, | |
| they eat without a sound | |
| digesting england by the pound. | |
| Young man says " you are what you eat" eat well. | |
| Old man says " you are what you wear" wear well. | |
| You know what you are, you don' t give a damn | |
| bursting your belt that is your homemade sham. | |
| The Captain leads his dance right on through the night | |
| join the dance... | |
| Follow on! Till the Grail sun sets in the mould. | |
| Follow on! Till the gold is cold. | |
| Dancing out with the moonlit knight, | |
| Knights of the Green Shield stamp and shout. | |
| There' s a fat old lady outside the saloon | |
| laying out the credit cards she plays Fortune. | |
| The deck is uneven right from the start | |
| and all of their hands are playing apart. | |
| The Captain leads his dance right on through the night | |
| join the dance... | |
| Follow on! A Round Tabletalking down we go. | |
| You' re the show! | |
| Off we go with You play the hobbyhorse, | |
| I' ll play the fool. | |
| We' ll tease the bull | |
| ringing round loud, loud round. | |
| Follow on! With a twist of the world we go. | |
| Follow on! Till the gold is cold. | |
| Dancing out with the moonlit knight, | |
| Knights of the Green Shield stamp and shout. |
| zuò cí : Banks, Collins, Gabriel ... | |
| Written: Banks Collins Gabriel Hackett Rutherford | |
| " Can you tell me where my country lies?" | |
| said the unifaun to his true love' s eyes. | |
| " It lies with me!" cried the Queen of Maybe | |
| for her merchandise, he traded in his prize. | |
| " Paper late!" cried a voice in the crowd. | |
| " Old man dies!" The note he left was signed ' Old Father Thames' | |
| it seems he' s drowned | |
| selling england by the pound. | |
| Citizens of Hope Glory, | |
| Time goes by it' s " the time of your life". | |
| Easy now, sit you down. | |
| Chewing through your Wimpey dreams, | |
| they eat without a sound | |
| digesting england by the pound. | |
| Young man says " you are what you eat" eat well. | |
| Old man says " you are what you wear" wear well. | |
| You know what you are, you don' t give a damn | |
| bursting your belt that is your homemade sham. | |
| The Captain leads his dance right on through the night | |
| join the dance... | |
| Follow on! Till the Grail sun sets in the mould. | |
| Follow on! Till the gold is cold. | |
| Dancing out with the moonlit knight, | |
| Knights of the Green Shield stamp and shout. | |
| There' s a fat old lady outside the saloon | |
| laying out the credit cards she plays Fortune. | |
| The deck is uneven right from the start | |
| and all of their hands are playing apart. | |
| The Captain leads his dance right on through the night | |
| join the dance... | |
| Follow on! A Round Tabletalking down we go. | |
| You' re the show! | |
| Off we go with You play the hobbyhorse, | |
| I' ll play the fool. | |
| We' ll tease the bull | |
| ringing round loud, loud round. | |
| Follow on! With a twist of the world we go. | |
| Follow on! Till the gold is cold. | |
| Dancing out with the moonlit knight, | |
| Knights of the Green Shield stamp and shout. |
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