[00:00.00] 作词 : Peter Green
[00:00.72] 作曲 : Peter Green
[00:01.44]The lady comes to the gate dressed in lavender and leather
[00:02.64]Looking north to the sea she finds the weather fine
[00:06.06]She hears the steeple bells ringing through the orchard
[00:08.76]All the way from town
[00:09.21]She watches seagulls fly, silver on the ocean
[00:10.11]Stitching through the waves, the edges of the sky
[00:11.46]Many people wander up the hills from all around you
[00:12.51]Making up your memories and thinking they have found you
[00:31.83]They cover you with veils of wonder as if you were a bride
[00:32.97]Young men holding violets are curious to know if you have cried
[00:45.00]And tell you why and ask you why any way you answer
[00:55.47]Lace around the collars of the blouses of the ladies
[00:56.49]Flowers from a Spanish friend of the families
[00:57.45]The embroid'ry of your life holds you in and keeps you out but you survive
[01:06.45]Imprisoned in your bones behind the isinglass windows of your eyes
[01:07.89]And in the night the iron wheels rolling through the rain
[01:10.59]Down the hills through the long grass to the sea
[01:11.88]And in the dark the hard bells ringing with pain
[01:12.84]Come away alone
[01:14.52]Even now by the gate with your long hair blowing
[01:15.42]And the colors of the day that lie along your arms
[01:16.41]You must barter your life to make sure you are living
[01:17.46]And the crowd that has come, you give them the colors
[01:18.51]And the bells and wind and the dream
[01:23.70]Will there never be a prince who rides along the sea and the mountains
[01:26.91]Scattering the sand and foam into amethyst fountains
[01:33.18]Riding up the hills from the beach in the long summer grass
[01:36.39]Holding the sun in his hands and shattering the isinglass?
[01:37.80]Day and night and day again the people come and go away forever
[01:45.78]While the shining summer sea dances in the glass of your mirror
[01:48.15]While you search the waves for love and your visions for a sign
[01:52.65]The knot of tears around your throat is crystallizing into your design
[02:11.76]And in the night the iron wheels rolling through the rain
[02:15.72]Down the hills through the long grass to the sea
[02:49.95]And in the dark the hard bells ringing with pain
[02:50.91]Come away alone, come away alone with me