| Song | The Portrait (Live) |
| Artist | King Diamond |
| Album | In Concert 1987: Abigail (Live) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : K. Petersen |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Kim Petersen |
| [00:00.01] | Amanda Mcbroom-the Portrait |
| [00:05.00] | |
| [00:11.10] | There's a picture in a silver frame hanging dusty on my wall. |
| [00:22.25] | And two people with their eyes the same holding daisies, I recall. |
| [00:32.80] | And the baby in the sailor dress and the pigtails - that was me. |
| [00:42.93] | And the other was my mother on our Easter by the sea. |
| [00:54.87] | People tell me that I'm just like her and I wonder what they see. |
| [01:05.82] | She was lady, lace and cameo, not the gypsy, that is me. |
| [01:15.72] | She spent her evenings making poetry, I spend my nights making time. |
| [01:25.01] | And I wonder, am I living partly her dreams, partly mine. |
| [01:33.92] | What would she think of the too many men |
| [01:39.56] | The lies I get lost in, again and again |
| [01:44.28] | The tears in the morning, the booze and the blues in the night. |
| [01:52.22] | |
| [01:57.66] | It's been years now since I've seen her face, heard her footsteps on the stair, |
| [02:09.39] | but just lately in my dreams at night, |
| [02:14.73] | I will call her and she's there |
| [02:19.32] | looking pretty like she used to before time and tears tore her apart.And she tells me that she loves me then she leaves me in the dark. |
| [02:38.79] | Mama don't leave me, Mama don't go. |
| [02:43.96] | You know the answers to all I don't know. |
| [02:48.29] | My dreams come up empty and my hearts lying dead on the floor. |
| [02:56.68] | Mama don't leave me, Mama please stay. |
| [03:00.38] | Mama I need you to show me the way. |
| [03:04.26] | I'm lost and I'm lonely and I can't find my way anymore. |
| [03:16.17] | Mama -- Mama |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : K. Petersen |
| [00:00.00] | zuo qu : Kim Petersen |
| [00:00.01] | Amanda Mcbroomthe Portrait |
| [00:05.00] | |
| [00:11.10] | There' s a picture in a silver frame hanging dusty on my wall. |
| [00:22.25] | And two people with their eyes the same holding daisies, I recall. |
| [00:32.80] | And the baby in the sailor dress and the pigtails that was me. |
| [00:42.93] | And the other was my mother on our Easter by the sea. |
| [00:54.87] | People tell me that I' m just like her and I wonder what they see. |
| [01:05.82] | She was lady, lace and cameo, not the gypsy, that is me. |
| [01:15.72] | She spent her evenings making poetry, I spend my nights making time. |
| [01:25.01] | And I wonder, am I living partly her dreams, partly mine. |
| [01:33.92] | What would she think of the too many men |
| [01:39.56] | The lies I get lost in, again and again |
| [01:44.28] | The tears in the morning, the booze and the blues in the night. |
| [01:52.22] | |
| [01:57.66] | It' s been years now since I' ve seen her face, heard her footsteps on the stair, |
| [02:09.39] | but just lately in my dreams at night, |
| [02:14.73] | I will call her and she' s there |
| [02:19.32] | looking pretty like she used to before time and tears tore her apart. And she tells me that she loves me then she leaves me in the dark. |
| [02:38.79] | Mama don' t leave me, Mama don' t go. |
| [02:43.96] | You know the answers to all I don' t know. |
| [02:48.29] | My dreams come up empty and my hearts lying dead on the floor. |
| [02:56.68] | Mama don' t leave me, Mama please stay. |
| [03:00.38] | Mama I need you to show me the way. |
| [03:04.26] | I' m lost and I' m lonely and I can' t find my way anymore. |
| [03:16.17] | Mama Mama |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : K. Petersen |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Kim Petersen |
| [00:00.01] | Amanda Mcbroomthe Portrait |
| [00:05.00] | |
| [00:11.10] | There' s a picture in a silver frame hanging dusty on my wall. |
| [00:22.25] | And two people with their eyes the same holding daisies, I recall. |
| [00:32.80] | And the baby in the sailor dress and the pigtails that was me. |
| [00:42.93] | And the other was my mother on our Easter by the sea. |
| [00:54.87] | People tell me that I' m just like her and I wonder what they see. |
| [01:05.82] | She was lady, lace and cameo, not the gypsy, that is me. |
| [01:15.72] | She spent her evenings making poetry, I spend my nights making time. |
| [01:25.01] | And I wonder, am I living partly her dreams, partly mine. |
| [01:33.92] | What would she think of the too many men |
| [01:39.56] | The lies I get lost in, again and again |
| [01:44.28] | The tears in the morning, the booze and the blues in the night. |
| [01:52.22] | |
| [01:57.66] | It' s been years now since I' ve seen her face, heard her footsteps on the stair, |
| [02:09.39] | but just lately in my dreams at night, |
| [02:14.73] | I will call her and she' s there |
| [02:19.32] | looking pretty like she used to before time and tears tore her apart. And she tells me that she loves me then she leaves me in the dark. |
| [02:38.79] | Mama don' t leave me, Mama don' t go. |
| [02:43.96] | You know the answers to all I don' t know. |
| [02:48.29] | My dreams come up empty and my hearts lying dead on the floor. |
| [02:56.68] | Mama don' t leave me, Mama please stay. |
| [03:00.38] | Mama I need you to show me the way. |
| [03:04.26] | I' m lost and I' m lonely and I can' t find my way anymore. |
| [03:16.17] | Mama Mama |