Song | Spanish Train |
Artist | Chris de Burgh |
Album | Best Moves |
作词 : DeBurgh | |
There's a Spanish train that runs between | |
Guadalquivir and old Seville, | |
And at dead of night the whistle blows, | |
And people hear she's running still... | |
And then they hush their children back to sleep, | |
Lock the doors, upstairs they creep, | |
For it is said that the souls of the dead | |
Fill that train ten thousand deep!! | |
Well a railwayman lay dying with his people by his side, | |
His family were crying, knelt in prayer before he died, | |
But above his head just a-waiting for the dead, | |
Was the Devil with a twinkle in his eye, | |
"Well God's not around and look what I've found, this one's mine!!" | |
Just then the Lord himself appeared in a blinding flash of light, | |
And shouted at the devil, "Get thee hence to endless night!!" | |
But the Devil just grinned and said "I may have sinned, | |
But there's no need to push me around, | |
I got him first so you can do your worst, | |
He's going underground!!" | |
"But I think I'll give you one more chance" | |
Said the Devil with a smile, | |
"So throw away that stupid lance, | |
It's really not your style", | |
"Joker is the name, Poker is the game, | |
We'll play right here on this bed, | |
And then we'll bet for the biggest stakes yet, | |
The souls of the dead!!" | |
And I said "Look out, Lord, he's going to win, | |
The sun is down and the night is riding in, | |
That train is dead on time, many souls are on the line, | |
Oh Lord, he's going to win!.." | |
Well the railwayman he cut the cards | |
and he dealt them each a hand of five | |
And for the Lord he was praying hard | |
Or that train he'd have to drive... | |
Well the Devil he had three aces and a king, | |
And the Lord, he was running for a straight, | |
He had the queen and the knave and the nine and ten of spades, | |
All he needed was the eight... | |
And then the Lord he called for one more card, | |
But he drew the diamond eight, | |
And the Devil said to the son of God, | |
"I believe you've got it straight, | |
So deal me one for the time has come | |
To see who'll be the king of this place, | |
But as he spoke, from beneath his cloak, | |
He slipped another ace... | |
Ten thousand souls was the opening bid, | |
And it soon went up to fifty-nine, | |
But the Lord didn't see what the Devil did, | |
and he said "that suits me fine", | |
"I'll raise you high to hundred and five, | |
And forever put an end to your sin", | |
But the Devil let out a mighty shout, "My hand wins!!" | |
And I said "Lord, oh Lord, you let him win, | |
The sun is down and the night is riding in, | |
That train is dead on time, many souls are on the line, | |
Oh Lord, don't let him win... | |
"Well that Spanish train still runs between, | |
Guadalquivir and old Seville, | |
And at dead of night the whistle blows, | |
And people fear she's running still... | |
And far away in some recess | |
The Lord and the Devil are now playing chess, | |
The Devil still cheats and wins more souls, | |
And as for the Lord, well, he's just doing his best... | |
And I said "Lord, oh Lord, you've got to win, | |
The Sun is down and the night is riding in, | |
That train is still on time, | |
Oh my soul is on the line, | |
Oh Lord, you've got to win..." |
zuò cí : DeBurgh | |
There' s a Spanish train that runs between | |
Guadalquivir and old Seville, | |
And at dead of night the whistle blows, | |
And people hear she' s running still... | |
And then they hush their children back to sleep, | |
Lock the doors, upstairs they creep, | |
For it is said that the souls of the dead | |
Fill that train ten thousand deep!! | |
Well a railwayman lay dying with his people by his side, | |
His family were crying, knelt in prayer before he died, | |
But above his head just awaiting for the dead, | |
Was the Devil with a twinkle in his eye, | |
" Well God' s not around and look what I' ve found, this one' s mine!!" | |
Just then the Lord himself appeared in a blinding flash of light, | |
And shouted at the devil, " Get thee hence to endless night!!" | |
But the Devil just grinned and said " I may have sinned, | |
But there' s no need to push me around, | |
I got him first so you can do your worst, | |
He' s going underground!!" | |
" But I think I' ll give you one more chance" | |
Said the Devil with a smile, | |
" So throw away that stupid lance, | |
It' s really not your style", | |
" Joker is the name, Poker is the game, | |
We' ll play right here on this bed, | |
And then we' ll bet for the biggest stakes yet, | |
The souls of the dead!!" | |
And I said " Look out, Lord, he' s going to win, | |
The sun is down and the night is riding in, | |
That train is dead on time, many souls are on the line, | |
Oh Lord, he' s going to win!.." | |
Well the railwayman he cut the cards | |
and he dealt them each a hand of five | |
And for the Lord he was praying hard | |
Or that train he' d have to drive... | |
Well the Devil he had three aces and a king, | |
And the Lord, he was running for a straight, | |
He had the queen and the knave and the nine and ten of spades, | |
All he needed was the eight... | |
And then the Lord he called for one more card, | |
But he drew the diamond eight, | |
And the Devil said to the son of God, | |
" I believe you' ve got it straight, | |
So deal me one for the time has come | |
To see who' ll be the king of this place, | |
But as he spoke, from beneath his cloak, | |
He slipped another ace... | |
Ten thousand souls was the opening bid, | |
And it soon went up to fiftynine, | |
But the Lord didn' t see what the Devil did, | |
and he said " that suits me fine", | |
" I' ll raise you high to hundred and five, | |
And forever put an end to your sin", | |
But the Devil let out a mighty shout, " My hand wins!!" | |
And I said " Lord, oh Lord, you let him win, | |
The sun is down and the night is riding in, | |
That train is dead on time, many souls are on the line, | |
Oh Lord, don' t let him win... | |
" Well that Spanish train still runs between, | |
Guadalquivir and old Seville, | |
And at dead of night the whistle blows, | |
And people fear she' s running still... | |
And far away in some recess | |
The Lord and the Devil are now playing chess, | |
The Devil still cheats and wins more souls, | |
And as for the Lord, well, he' s just doing his best... | |
And I said " Lord, oh Lord, you' ve got to win, | |
The Sun is down and the night is riding in, | |
That train is still on time, | |
Oh my soul is on the line, | |
Oh Lord, you' ve got to win..." |