Song | Pussy Willow |
Artist | Jethro Tull |
Album | Live at Hammersmith 1984 |
作词 : Anderson | |
In the half-tone light of a young morning | |
She sighs and shifts on the pillow. | |
And across her face dancing, the first shadows fly | |
To kiss the pussy willow. | |
In her fairy-tale world she's a lost soul singing | |
In a sad voice nobody hears. | |
She waits in her castle of make-believing | |
For her white knight to appear. | |
Pusy willow --- down fur-lined avenue | |
Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes. | |
Runs for the train --- see, eight o'clock's coming | |
Cutting dreams down to size again. | |
Pussy willow --- down fur-lined avenue | |
Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes. | |
Runs from the train. hear her typewriter humming | |
Cutting dreams down to size again. | |
She longs for the east and a pale dress flowing | |
An apartment in old mayfair. | |
Or to fish the spey, spinning the first run of spring | |
Or to die for a cause somewhere. | |
Pussy willow --- down fur-lined avenue | |
Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes. | |
Runs from the train. hear her typewriter humming | |
Cutting dreams down to size again. |
zuò cí : Anderson | |
In the halftone light of a young morning | |
She sighs and shifts on the pillow. | |
And across her face dancing, the first shadows fly | |
To kiss the pussy willow. | |
In her fairytale world she' s a lost soul singing | |
In a sad voice nobody hears. | |
She waits in her castle of makebelieving | |
For her white knight to appear. | |
Pusy willow down furlined avenue | |
Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes. | |
Runs for the train see, eight o' clock' s coming | |
Cutting dreams down to size again. | |
Pussy willow down furlined avenue | |
Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes. | |
Runs from the train. hear her typewriter humming | |
Cutting dreams down to size again. | |
She longs for the east and a pale dress flowing | |
An apartment in old mayfair. | |
Or to fish the spey, spinning the first run of spring | |
Or to die for a cause somewhere. | |
Pussy willow down furlined avenue | |
Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes. | |
Runs from the train. hear her typewriter humming | |
Cutting dreams down to size again. |