Song | Fisherman's Song |
Artist | Carly Simon |
Album | Have You Seen Me Lately |
作词 : Simon | |
Written:Carly Simon Vocal:Carly Simon/Judy Collins/Lucy Simon | |
In a pine forest cooler than the rest of the island | |
Lives a young fisherman with eyes like the sea | |
He built his own boat and made his own cabin | |
but he's broken the hearts of the likes like me | |
Now you must understand he made me a promise | |
there were secrets we shared we planted a tree | |
We lived in a cabin, I fished along side of him | |
I fell under the spell of his sorcery | |
When he cast me adrift at the end of the summer | |
It was not for another but his own privacy | |
I fell apart like a rose, but the scent of my longing | |
Remains and it weeps like an old willow tree | |
At night when it's still, with a yellow moon rising | |
When his candle is snuffed and he's deep in a dream | |
I move like a cat, and crawl into his window | |
And lie down beside him in a golden moonbeam | |
The smell of his skin is just like the summer | |
When our love was as fresh as the grass in the fields | |
And ever so softly I kiss his eyelids | |
Before slipping away, my secret concealed | |
Though I'm in it alone, I'm still in it, In love | |
And love can be lonely like a sweet melody | |
But just maybe he feels like a whisper inside him | |
Like an angel beside him, keeping him company |
zuò cí : Simon | |
Written: Carly Simon Vocal: Carly Simon Judy Collins Lucy Simon | |
In a pine forest cooler than the rest of the island | |
Lives a young fisherman with eyes like the sea | |
He built his own boat and made his own cabin | |
but he' s broken the hearts of the likes like me | |
Now you must understand he made me a promise | |
there were secrets we shared we planted a tree | |
We lived in a cabin, I fished along side of him | |
I fell under the spell of his sorcery | |
When he cast me adrift at the end of the summer | |
It was not for another but his own privacy | |
I fell apart like a rose, but the scent of my longing | |
Remains and it weeps like an old willow tree | |
At night when it' s still, with a yellow moon rising | |
When his candle is snuffed and he' s deep in a dream | |
I move like a cat, and crawl into his window | |
And lie down beside him in a golden moonbeam | |
The smell of his skin is just like the summer | |
When our love was as fresh as the grass in the fields | |
And ever so softly I kiss his eyelids | |
Before slipping away, my secret concealed | |
Though I' m in it alone, I' m still in it, In love | |
And love can be lonely like a sweet melody | |
But just maybe he feels like a whisper inside him | |
Like an angel beside him, keeping him company |