Song | Songs Out Of Clay |
Artist | Al Stewart |
Album | Orange |
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[00:00.00] | 作词 : Stewart |
[00:17.630] | "Oh I know that you are an artist" she said “ |
[00:21.570] | "For you make your songs out of clay “ |
[00:25.820] | You carry the dust on your hands and your face |
[00:29.810] | You never quite brushed it away |
[00:33.830] | You were trying to chisel a perfect truth |
[00:37.820] | When the instrument broke in your hand |
[00:42.010] | Now you sit all alone on the greenhouse roof |
[00:45.880] | With your shoes full of sand" |
[00:50.000] | And the golden rays of the sun divide |
[00:53.720] | In the slanting mists of the rain |
[00:58.110] | And Maggie is on the road again |
[01:03.000] | |
[01:06.220] | "Oh I know that you were a sailor" she said “ |
[01:10.210] | "Till you came too close to the shore “ |
[01:14.190] | And like any shipwrecked sailor now |
[01:18.200] | You live by an open door |
[01:22.340] | And when evening sails in the masts of the trees |
[01:26.420] | Your feet seem to slip on the ground |
[01:30.290] | And you long for the little ship |
[01:32.570] | In which you can safely drown" |
[01:38.300] | And the silver mounds of the waves divide |
[01:42.130] | At the feet of the wind and the rain |
[01:46.460] | And Maggie is far at sea again |
[01:51.940] | |
[01:54.560] | "0h I know that you were an outlaw" she said “ |
[01:59.250] | "And you robbed both the rich and the poor “ |
[02:02.370] | Now you seek my bed like a sanctuary |
[02:06.960] | But you keep one eye on the door |
[02:11.090] | And you press my hand in the dead of the night |
[02:15.330] | And say I can heal all your wounds |
[02:19.160] | In the morning your eyes just look hunted again |
[02:23.080] | You'll be leaving soon" |
[02:27.180] | And the silver rays of the moon divide |
[02:30.750] | In the slanting mists of the rain |
[02:35.140] | And Maggie is on the prowl again |
[02:41.230] | |
[02:43.400] | "So I know that you are an artist" she said “ |
[02:47.270] | "And you make your songs out of clay “ |
[02:51.410] | For you carry the dust on your hands and your face |
[02:55.690] | You never quite brushed it away |
[02:59.720] | And you work with your back to an open door |
[03:03.400] | While the light is beginning to fade |
[03:07.740] | And the windows are liquid the sky is alive |
[03:11.520] | And the night is jade" |
[03:13.740] | |
[03:15.490] | And the silver rays of the moon divide |
[03:19.020] | In the slanting mists of the rain |
[03:23.760] | And Maggie is on the road again |
[03:28.240] | |
[03:31.970] | And the silver rays of the moon divide |
[03:35.340] | At the feet of the wind and the rain |
[03:39.720] | And Maggie, I'm at your door again Maggie, |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Stewart |
[00:17.630] | " Oh I know that you are an artist" she said " |
[00:21.570] | " For you make your songs out of clay " |
[00:25.820] | You carry the dust on your hands and your face |
[00:29.810] | You never quite brushed it away |
[00:33.830] | You were trying to chisel a perfect truth |
[00:37.820] | When the instrument broke in your hand |
[00:42.010] | Now you sit all alone on the greenhouse roof |
[00:45.880] | With your shoes full of sand" |
[00:50.000] | And the golden rays of the sun divide |
[00:53.720] | In the slanting mists of the rain |
[00:58.110] | And Maggie is on the road again |
[01:03.000] | |
[01:06.220] | " Oh I know that you were a sailor" she said " |
[01:10.210] | " Till you came too close to the shore " |
[01:14.190] | And like any shipwrecked sailor now |
[01:18.200] | You live by an open door |
[01:22.340] | And when evening sails in the masts of the trees |
[01:26.420] | Your feet seem to slip on the ground |
[01:30.290] | And you long for the little ship |
[01:32.570] | In which you can safely drown" |
[01:38.300] | And the silver mounds of the waves divide |
[01:42.130] | At the feet of the wind and the rain |
[01:46.460] | And Maggie is far at sea again |
[01:51.940] | |
[01:54.560] | " 0h I know that you were an outlaw" she said " |
[01:59.250] | " And you robbed both the rich and the poor " |
[02:02.370] | Now you seek my bed like a sanctuary |
[02:06.960] | But you keep one eye on the door |
[02:11.090] | And you press my hand in the dead of the night |
[02:15.330] | And say I can heal all your wounds |
[02:19.160] | In the morning your eyes just look hunted again |
[02:23.080] | You' ll be leaving soon" |
[02:27.180] | And the silver rays of the moon divide |
[02:30.750] | In the slanting mists of the rain |
[02:35.140] | And Maggie is on the prowl again |
[02:41.230] | |
[02:43.400] | " So I know that you are an artist" she said " |
[02:47.270] | " And you make your songs out of clay " |
[02:51.410] | For you carry the dust on your hands and your face |
[02:55.690] | You never quite brushed it away |
[02:59.720] | And you work with your back to an open door |
[03:03.400] | While the light is beginning to fade |
[03:07.740] | And the windows are liquid the sky is alive |
[03:11.520] | And the night is jade" |
[03:13.740] | |
[03:15.490] | And the silver rays of the moon divide |
[03:19.020] | In the slanting mists of the rain |
[03:23.760] | And Maggie is on the road again |
[03:28.240] | |
[03:31.970] | And the silver rays of the moon divide |
[03:35.340] | At the feet of the wind and the rain |
[03:39.720] | And Maggie, I' m at your door again Maggie, |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Stewart |
[00:17.630] | " Oh I know that you are an artist" she said " |
[00:21.570] | " For you make your songs out of clay " |
[00:25.820] | You carry the dust on your hands and your face |
[00:29.810] | You never quite brushed it away |
[00:33.830] | You were trying to chisel a perfect truth |
[00:37.820] | When the instrument broke in your hand |
[00:42.010] | Now you sit all alone on the greenhouse roof |
[00:45.880] | With your shoes full of sand" |
[00:50.000] | And the golden rays of the sun divide |
[00:53.720] | In the slanting mists of the rain |
[00:58.110] | And Maggie is on the road again |
[01:03.000] | |
[01:06.220] | " Oh I know that you were a sailor" she said " |
[01:10.210] | " Till you came too close to the shore " |
[01:14.190] | And like any shipwrecked sailor now |
[01:18.200] | You live by an open door |
[01:22.340] | And when evening sails in the masts of the trees |
[01:26.420] | Your feet seem to slip on the ground |
[01:30.290] | And you long for the little ship |
[01:32.570] | In which you can safely drown" |
[01:38.300] | And the silver mounds of the waves divide |
[01:42.130] | At the feet of the wind and the rain |
[01:46.460] | And Maggie is far at sea again |
[01:51.940] | |
[01:54.560] | " 0h I know that you were an outlaw" she said " |
[01:59.250] | " And you robbed both the rich and the poor " |
[02:02.370] | Now you seek my bed like a sanctuary |
[02:06.960] | But you keep one eye on the door |
[02:11.090] | And you press my hand in the dead of the night |
[02:15.330] | And say I can heal all your wounds |
[02:19.160] | In the morning your eyes just look hunted again |
[02:23.080] | You' ll be leaving soon" |
[02:27.180] | And the silver rays of the moon divide |
[02:30.750] | In the slanting mists of the rain |
[02:35.140] | And Maggie is on the prowl again |
[02:41.230] | |
[02:43.400] | " So I know that you are an artist" she said " |
[02:47.270] | " And you make your songs out of clay " |
[02:51.410] | For you carry the dust on your hands and your face |
[02:55.690] | You never quite brushed it away |
[02:59.720] | And you work with your back to an open door |
[03:03.400] | While the light is beginning to fade |
[03:07.740] | And the windows are liquid the sky is alive |
[03:11.520] | And the night is jade" |
[03:13.740] | |
[03:15.490] | And the silver rays of the moon divide |
[03:19.020] | In the slanting mists of the rain |
[03:23.760] | And Maggie is on the road again |
[03:28.240] | |
[03:31.970] | And the silver rays of the moon divide |
[03:35.340] | At the feet of the wind and the rain |
[03:39.720] | And Maggie, I' m at your door again Maggie, |