The Hudson

	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

	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