| Song | Red Clay Woman |
| Artist | Carrie Tree |
| Album | The Canoe |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Carrie Tree | |
| 作曲 : Carrie Tree | |
| Red Clay Woman | |
| I met an old woman today | |
| Painted red, | |
| Red as the clay on the ground | |
| She said, | |
| “Do you see me standing here, | |
| I don't know, I just don't know if I'm seen”? | |
| I said, | |
| “Yes, I see so clearly, | |
| You chilled my bones but I hold your gaze” | |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh | |
| I was out in red desert land | |
| Where I roamed | |
| With my thoughts and my way | |
| And I stumbled upon a valley | |
| Painted red, | |
| Red as the clay in my dreams | |
| It was there she caught my eye | |
| Below me, frozen still | |
| Her hands were held to heart | |
| Her eyes spoke right through me, | |
| She said, | |
| “Do not take anything here, | |
| Do not touch, do not take” | |
| She said, | |
| “Do not take anything here, | |
| Do not take” | |
| And I see you, | |
| Red clay woman I see | |
| I hear you | |
| Red clay woman I hear | |
| I feel you | |
| Red clay woman I feel | |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh | |
| And It was just an hour ago | |
| I had found a piece | |
| Of old clay pot on the ground | |
| It touched such a longing in me | |
| For a sense I remember, | |
| So I’d kept it like a precious find | |
| So I went back the same way I came | |
| And I placed it on the soft red sand | |
| I could feel these wise old hands | |
| Who knew the story of this land | |
| I said, | |
| “I won’t take anything here, | |
| I will not touch I will not take” | |
| I said, | |
| “I won’t take anything here, | |
| I will not take” | |
| And I see you, | |
| Red clay woman I see | |
| I hear you | |
| Red clay woman I hear | |
| I feel you | |
| Red clay woman I feel | |
| Woman I feel | |
| Dee dee dee jaha dee, yadai ya, yadai ya, | |
| Ye-ah dei, yadai dee, yadai, ya, yadai ya, | |
| Eee yaha ee, ooh ee eehe, ooh ee ya ha, | |
| Eee ya ha ee, ah-he ya ha | |
| She said, | |
| “Do not take anything here, | |
| Do not touch do not take” | |
| She said, | |
| “This valley is sacred to us, | |
| Sacred as tears, | |
| And holds the bones of my kin” | |
| She said | |
| “You do not know who sees you, | |
| But we see you | |
| She said, | |
| “You do not know who sees you, | |
| But we see you” | |
| She said, | |
| “This is my peoples spirit land, | |
| My people’s spirits land, | |
| Our people’s spirit land |
| zuo ci : Carrie Tree | |
| zuo qu : Carrie Tree | |
| Red Clay Woman | |
| I met an old woman today | |
| Painted red, | |
| Red as the clay on the ground | |
| She said, | |
| " Do you see me standing here, | |
| I don' t know, I just don' t know if I' m seen"? | |
| I said, | |
| " Yes, I see so clearly, | |
| You chilled my bones but I hold your gaze" | |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh | |
| I was out in red desert land | |
| Where I roamed | |
| With my thoughts and my way | |
| And I stumbled upon a valley | |
| Painted red, | |
| Red as the clay in my dreams | |
| It was there she caught my eye | |
| Below me, frozen still | |
| Her hands were held to heart | |
| Her eyes spoke right through me, | |
| She said, | |
| " Do not take anything here, | |
| Do not touch, do not take" | |
| She said, | |
| " Do not take anything here, | |
| Do not take" | |
| And I see you, | |
| Red clay woman I see | |
| I hear you | |
| Red clay woman I hear | |
| I feel you | |
| Red clay woman I feel | |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh | |
| And It was just an hour ago | |
| I had found a piece | |
| Of old clay pot on the ground | |
| It touched such a longing in me | |
| For a sense I remember, | |
| So I' d kept it like a precious find | |
| So I went back the same way I came | |
| And I placed it on the soft red sand | |
| I could feel these wise old hands | |
| Who knew the story of this land | |
| I said, | |
| " I won' t take anything here, | |
| I will not touch I will not take" | |
| I said, | |
| " I won' t take anything here, | |
| I will not take" | |
| And I see you, | |
| Red clay woman I see | |
| I hear you | |
| Red clay woman I hear | |
| I feel you | |
| Red clay woman I feel | |
| Woman I feel | |
| Dee dee dee jaha dee, yadai ya, yadai ya, | |
| Yeah dei, yadai dee, yadai, ya, yadai ya, | |
| Eee yaha ee, ooh ee eehe, ooh ee ya ha, | |
| Eee ya ha ee, ahhe ya ha | |
| She said, | |
| " Do not take anything here, | |
| Do not touch do not take" | |
| She said, | |
| " This valley is sacred to us, | |
| Sacred as tears, | |
| And holds the bones of my kin" | |
| She said | |
| " You do not know who sees you, | |
| But we see you | |
| She said, | |
| " You do not know who sees you, | |
| But we see you" | |
| She said, | |
| " This is my peoples spirit land, | |
| My people' s spirits land, | |
| Our people' s spirit land |
| zuò cí : Carrie Tree | |
| zuò qǔ : Carrie Tree | |
| Red Clay Woman | |
| I met an old woman today | |
| Painted red, | |
| Red as the clay on the ground | |
| She said, | |
| " Do you see me standing here, | |
| I don' t know, I just don' t know if I' m seen"? | |
| I said, | |
| " Yes, I see so clearly, | |
| You chilled my bones but I hold your gaze" | |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh | |
| I was out in red desert land | |
| Where I roamed | |
| With my thoughts and my way | |
| And I stumbled upon a valley | |
| Painted red, | |
| Red as the clay in my dreams | |
| It was there she caught my eye | |
| Below me, frozen still | |
| Her hands were held to heart | |
| Her eyes spoke right through me, | |
| She said, | |
| " Do not take anything here, | |
| Do not touch, do not take" | |
| She said, | |
| " Do not take anything here, | |
| Do not take" | |
| And I see you, | |
| Red clay woman I see | |
| I hear you | |
| Red clay woman I hear | |
| I feel you | |
| Red clay woman I feel | |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh | |
| And It was just an hour ago | |
| I had found a piece | |
| Of old clay pot on the ground | |
| It touched such a longing in me | |
| For a sense I remember, | |
| So I' d kept it like a precious find | |
| So I went back the same way I came | |
| And I placed it on the soft red sand | |
| I could feel these wise old hands | |
| Who knew the story of this land | |
| I said, | |
| " I won' t take anything here, | |
| I will not touch I will not take" | |
| I said, | |
| " I won' t take anything here, | |
| I will not take" | |
| And I see you, | |
| Red clay woman I see | |
| I hear you | |
| Red clay woman I hear | |
| I feel you | |
| Red clay woman I feel | |
| Woman I feel | |
| Dee dee dee jaha dee, yadai ya, yadai ya, | |
| Yeah dei, yadai dee, yadai, ya, yadai ya, | |
| Eee yaha ee, ooh ee eehe, ooh ee ya ha, | |
| Eee ya ha ee, ahhe ya ha | |
| She said, | |
| " Do not take anything here, | |
| Do not touch do not take" | |
| She said, | |
| " This valley is sacred to us, | |
| Sacred as tears, | |
| And holds the bones of my kin" | |
| She said | |
| " You do not know who sees you, | |
| But we see you | |
| She said, | |
| " You do not know who sees you, | |
| But we see you" | |
| She said, | |
| " This is my peoples spirit land, | |
| My people' s spirits land, | |
| Our people' s spirit land |