Song | The Music Never Stopped |
Artist | Grateful Dead |
Album | The Very Best Of Grateful Dead |
作词 : Barlow, Weir | |
There's mosquitoes on the river Fish are rising up like birds | |
It's been hot for seven weeks now, | |
Too hot to even speak now, Did you hear what I just heard? | |
Say it might have been a fiddle or it could have been the wind | |
But there seems to be a beat now I can feel it my feet now | |
Listen here it comes again! | |
There's a band out on the highway, They're high steppin' into town | |
It's a rainbow full of sound, It's fireworks, calliopes and clowns | |
Everybody dancin' C'mon children, C'mon children, Come on clap your hands. | |
Sun went down in honey and the moon came up in wine, | |
You know stars were spinnin' dizzy, Lord | |
The band kept us too busy we forgot about the time. | |
They're a band beyond description, Like Jehovah's favorite choir | |
People joining hand in hand While the music played the band, Lord | |
They're setting us on fire. | |
Crazy rooster crowin' midnight, Balls of lightin' roll along | |
Old men sing about their dreams, Women laugh and children scream | |
And the band keeps playin' on. | |
Keep on dancin' thru the daylight, Greet the mornin' air with song | |
No ones's noticed, but the band's all pack and gone. Was it ever there at all? | |
But they keep on dancin' C'mon children, C'mon children, Come on clap your hands | |
Well the cool breeze came on Tuesday, And the corn's a bumper crop | |
And the fields are full of dancin' Full of singin' and romancin' | |
The music never stopped. |
zuò cí : Barlow, Weir | |
There' s mosquitoes on the river Fish are rising up like birds | |
It' s been hot for seven weeks now, | |
Too hot to even speak now, Did you hear what I just heard? | |
Say it might have been a fiddle or it could have been the wind | |
But there seems to be a beat now I can feel it my feet now | |
Listen here it comes again! | |
There' s a band out on the highway, They' re high steppin' into town | |
It' s a rainbow full of sound, It' s fireworks, calliopes and clowns | |
Everybody dancin' C' mon children, C' mon children, Come on clap your hands. | |
Sun went down in honey and the moon came up in wine, | |
You know stars were spinnin' dizzy, Lord | |
The band kept us too busy we forgot about the time. | |
They' re a band beyond description, Like Jehovah' s favorite choir | |
People joining hand in hand While the music played the band, Lord | |
They' re setting us on fire. | |
Crazy rooster crowin' midnight, Balls of lightin' roll along | |
Old men sing about their dreams, Women laugh and children scream | |
And the band keeps playin' on. | |
Keep on dancin' thru the daylight, Greet the mornin' air with song | |
No ones' s noticed, but the band' s all pack and gone. Was it ever there at all? | |
But they keep on dancin' C' mon children, C' mon children, Come on clap your hands | |
Well the cool breeze came on Tuesday, And the corn' s a bumper crop | |
And the fields are full of dancin' Full of singin' and romancin' | |
The music never stopped. |