Song | The Bachelor and the Bride |
Artist | The Decemberists |
Album | Her Majesty |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Meloy | |
There's a wrinkle in the water | |
Where we laid our first daughter | |
And I think the wind blows so sweetly there | |
Over there | |
And the windows and the cinders | |
And the willows in the timbers | |
The infernal rattling of the rain | |
Still remains | |
But I, said the bachelor to the bride | |
Am not waiting for tonight | |
No, I, I will box your ears | |
And leave you here stripped bare | |
Stripped bare | |
Hear the corncrakes and the deer hooves | |
And the sleet rain on the slate roof | |
A medallion locked inside her hands | |
In her hands | |
And his fingers, are they telling | |
Of the barren of her belly? | |
Do his calluses cure her furrowed brow | |
Even now?But | |
I, said the bachelor to the bride | |
Am not waiting for tonight | |
No, I, I will box your ears | |
And leave you here stripped bare | |
Stripped bare | |
Stripped bare | |
Stripped bare | |
But I, said the bachelor to the bride | |
Am not waiting for tonight | |
No, I, I will box your ears | |
And take your tears | |
And leave you, leave you here stripped bare |
zuo qu : Meloy | |
There' s a wrinkle in the water | |
Where we laid our first daughter | |
And I think the wind blows so sweetly there | |
Over there | |
And the windows and the cinders | |
And the willows in the timbers | |
The infernal rattling of the rain | |
Still remains | |
But I, said the bachelor to the bride | |
Am not waiting for tonight | |
No, I, I will box your ears | |
And leave you here stripped bare | |
Stripped bare | |
Hear the corncrakes and the deer hooves | |
And the sleet rain on the slate roof | |
A medallion locked inside her hands | |
In her hands | |
And his fingers, are they telling | |
Of the barren of her belly? | |
Do his calluses cure her furrowed brow | |
Even now? But | |
I, said the bachelor to the bride | |
Am not waiting for tonight | |
No, I, I will box your ears | |
And leave you here stripped bare | |
Stripped bare | |
Stripped bare | |
Stripped bare | |
But I, said the bachelor to the bride | |
Am not waiting for tonight | |
No, I, I will box your ears | |
And take your tears | |
And leave you, leave you here stripped bare |
zuò qǔ : Meloy | |
There' s a wrinkle in the water | |
Where we laid our first daughter | |
And I think the wind blows so sweetly there | |
Over there | |
And the windows and the cinders | |
And the willows in the timbers | |
The infernal rattling of the rain | |
Still remains | |
But I, said the bachelor to the bride | |
Am not waiting for tonight | |
No, I, I will box your ears | |
And leave you here stripped bare | |
Stripped bare | |
Hear the corncrakes and the deer hooves | |
And the sleet rain on the slate roof | |
A medallion locked inside her hands | |
In her hands | |
And his fingers, are they telling | |
Of the barren of her belly? | |
Do his calluses cure her furrowed brow | |
Even now? But | |
I, said the bachelor to the bride | |
Am not waiting for tonight | |
No, I, I will box your ears | |
And leave you here stripped bare | |
Stripped bare | |
Stripped bare | |
Stripped bare | |
But I, said the bachelor to the bride | |
Am not waiting for tonight | |
No, I, I will box your ears | |
And take your tears | |
And leave you, leave you here stripped bare |