Song | The Hudson |
Artist | Dar Williams |
Album | My Better Self |
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作词 : Williams | |
If we're lucky we feel our lives | |
know when the next scene arrives | |
so often we start in the middle and work our way out | |
we go to some grey sky diner for eggs and toast | |
New York Times or the New York Post | |
then we take a ride through the valley of the shadow of death | |
but even for us New Yorkers, there's a time in every day | |
the river takes our breath away | |
And the Hudson, it holds the life | |
we thought we did it on our own | |
The river roads collect the tolls | |
for the passage of our souls | |
through silence, over woods, through flowers and snow | |
and past the George Washington Bridge, | |
down from the trails of Breakneck Ridge, | |
the river's ancient path is sacred and slow | |
And as it swings through Harlem, | |
it's every shade of blue | |
into the city of the new brand new | |
And the Hudson, it holds the life | |
we thought we did it on our own | |
I thought I had no sense of place or past | |
time was too slow, but then too fast | |
the river takes us home at last | |
Where and when does the memory take hold, | |
mountain range in the Autumn cold | |
and I thought West Point was Camelot in the spring. | |
If you're lucky you'll find something that reflects you, | |
helps you feel your life protects you, | |
cradles you and connects you to everything. | |
This whole life I remember as they begged them to itself | |
never turn me into someone else | |
And the Hudson, it holds the life | |
we thought we did it on our own | |
And the Hudson, holds the life | |
we thought we did it on our own |
zuo ci : Williams | |
If we' re lucky we feel our lives | |
know when the next scene arrives | |
so often we start in the middle and work our way out | |
we go to some grey sky diner for eggs and toast | |
New York Times or the New York Post | |
then we take a ride through the valley of the shadow of death | |
but even for us New Yorkers, there' s a time in every day | |
the river takes our breath away | |
And the Hudson, it holds the life | |
we thought we did it on our own | |
The river roads collect the tolls | |
for the passage of our souls | |
through silence, over woods, through flowers and snow | |
and past the George Washington Bridge, | |
down from the trails of Breakneck Ridge, | |
the river' s ancient path is sacred and slow | |
And as it swings through Harlem, | |
it' s every shade of blue | |
into the city of the new brand new | |
And the Hudson, it holds the life | |
we thought we did it on our own | |
I thought I had no sense of place or past | |
time was too slow, but then too fast | |
the river takes us home at last | |
Where and when does the memory take hold, | |
mountain range in the Autumn cold | |
and I thought West Point was Camelot in the spring. | |
If you' re lucky you' ll find something that reflects you, | |
helps you feel your life protects you, | |
cradles you and connects you to everything. | |
This whole life I remember as they begged them to itself | |
never turn me into someone else | |
And the Hudson, it holds the life | |
we thought we did it on our own | |
And the Hudson, holds the life | |
we thought we did it on our own |
zuò cí : Williams | |
If we' re lucky we feel our lives | |
know when the next scene arrives | |
so often we start in the middle and work our way out | |
we go to some grey sky diner for eggs and toast | |
New York Times or the New York Post | |
then we take a ride through the valley of the shadow of death | |
but even for us New Yorkers, there' s a time in every day | |
the river takes our breath away | |
And the Hudson, it holds the life | |
we thought we did it on our own | |
The river roads collect the tolls | |
for the passage of our souls | |
through silence, over woods, through flowers and snow | |
and past the George Washington Bridge, | |
down from the trails of Breakneck Ridge, | |
the river' s ancient path is sacred and slow | |
And as it swings through Harlem, | |
it' s every shade of blue | |
into the city of the new brand new | |
And the Hudson, it holds the life | |
we thought we did it on our own | |
I thought I had no sense of place or past | |
time was too slow, but then too fast | |
the river takes us home at last | |
Where and when does the memory take hold, | |
mountain range in the Autumn cold | |
and I thought West Point was Camelot in the spring. | |
If you' re lucky you' ll find something that reflects you, | |
helps you feel your life protects you, | |
cradles you and connects you to everything. | |
This whole life I remember as they begged them to itself | |
never turn me into someone else | |
And the Hudson, it holds the life | |
we thought we did it on our own | |
And the Hudson, holds the life | |
we thought we did it on our own |