Song | Right Field |
Artist | Peter, Paul & Mary |
Album | Around the Campfire |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Welch | |
Saturday summers, when | |
I was a kid | |
We'd run to the schoolyard and here's what we did | |
We'd pick out the captains and we'd choose up the teams | |
It was always a measure of my self esteem' | |
Cause the fastest, the strongest played shortstop and first | |
The last ones they picked were the worst | |
I never needed to ask, it was sealed | |
I just took up my place in right field | |
Playing right field, it's easy you know | |
You can be awkward, you can be slow | |
That's why | |
I'm here in right field | |
Just watching the dandelions grow | |
Playing right field can be lonely and dull | |
Little leagues never have lefties that pull | |
I'd dream of the day they'd hit one my way | |
They never did, but still | |
I would pray | |
That I'd make a fantastic catch on the run | |
And not lose the ball in the sun | |
And then I'd awake from this long reverie | |
And pray that the ball never came out to me | |
Here in right field, it's easy you know | |
You can be awkward and you can be slow | |
That's why | |
I'm here in right field | |
Just watching the dandelions grow | |
Off in the distance the game's dragging on | |
There's strikes on the batter, some runners are on | |
I don't know the inning, | |
I've forgotten the score | |
The whole team is yelling and | |
I don't know what for | |
Then suddenly everyone's looking at me | |
My mind has been wandering, "What could it be?" | |
They point at the sky and | |
I look up above | |
And a baseball falls into my glove | |
Here in right field, it's important you know | |
You gotta know how to catch, you gotta know how to throw | |
That's why | |
I'm here in right field | |
Just watching the dandelions grow |
zuo ci : Welch | |
Saturday summers, when | |
I was a kid | |
We' d run to the schoolyard and here' s what we did | |
We' d pick out the captains and we' d choose up the teams | |
It was always a measure of my self esteem' | |
Cause the fastest, the strongest played shortstop and first | |
The last ones they picked were the worst | |
I never needed to ask, it was sealed | |
I just took up my place in right field | |
Playing right field, it' s easy you know | |
You can be awkward, you can be slow | |
That' s why | |
I' m here in right field | |
Just watching the dandelions grow | |
Playing right field can be lonely and dull | |
Little leagues never have lefties that pull | |
I' d dream of the day they' d hit one my way | |
They never did, but still | |
I would pray | |
That I' d make a fantastic catch on the run | |
And not lose the ball in the sun | |
And then I' d awake from this long reverie | |
And pray that the ball never came out to me | |
Here in right field, it' s easy you know | |
You can be awkward and you can be slow | |
That' s why | |
I' m here in right field | |
Just watching the dandelions grow | |
Off in the distance the game' s dragging on | |
There' s strikes on the batter, some runners are on | |
I don' t know the inning, | |
I' ve forgotten the score | |
The whole team is yelling and | |
I don' t know what for | |
Then suddenly everyone' s looking at me | |
My mind has been wandering, " What could it be?" | |
They point at the sky and | |
I look up above | |
And a baseball falls into my glove | |
Here in right field, it' s important you know | |
You gotta know how to catch, you gotta know how to throw | |
That' s why | |
I' m here in right field | |
Just watching the dandelions grow |
zuò cí : Welch | |
Saturday summers, when | |
I was a kid | |
We' d run to the schoolyard and here' s what we did | |
We' d pick out the captains and we' d choose up the teams | |
It was always a measure of my self esteem' | |
Cause the fastest, the strongest played shortstop and first | |
The last ones they picked were the worst | |
I never needed to ask, it was sealed | |
I just took up my place in right field | |
Playing right field, it' s easy you know | |
You can be awkward, you can be slow | |
That' s why | |
I' m here in right field | |
Just watching the dandelions grow | |
Playing right field can be lonely and dull | |
Little leagues never have lefties that pull | |
I' d dream of the day they' d hit one my way | |
They never did, but still | |
I would pray | |
That I' d make a fantastic catch on the run | |
And not lose the ball in the sun | |
And then I' d awake from this long reverie | |
And pray that the ball never came out to me | |
Here in right field, it' s easy you know | |
You can be awkward and you can be slow | |
That' s why | |
I' m here in right field | |
Just watching the dandelions grow | |
Off in the distance the game' s dragging on | |
There' s strikes on the batter, some runners are on | |
I don' t know the inning, | |
I' ve forgotten the score | |
The whole team is yelling and | |
I don' t know what for | |
Then suddenly everyone' s looking at me | |
My mind has been wandering, " What could it be?" | |
They point at the sky and | |
I look up above | |
And a baseball falls into my glove | |
Here in right field, it' s important you know | |
You gotta know how to catch, you gotta know how to throw | |
That' s why | |
I' m here in right field | |
Just watching the dandelions grow |