Song | Melancholy Child |
Artist | Pam Tillis |
Album | Put Yourself In My Place |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : DiPiero, Tillis | |
A baby with a baby just barely seventeen | |
My mother mourned her innocence | |
While she bounced me on her knee | |
A daddy on the road added to her tears and trials | |
Like silver rain they fell upon this melancholy child | |
The sounds of my childhood still linger in my song | |
My mother's lullaby that train that ran behind our home | |
A whippoorwill on a window sill - | |
It should have made me smile | |
But everything sounds lonesome to a melancholy child | |
Now a restless blood runs in our family | |
I thought | |
I could out run the emptiness inside of me | |
So I went a little crazy, went a little wild | |
Trying to outdistance my own melancholy child | |
I met a kind and gentleman who thinks the world of me | |
And when he looks my way it is a woman that he sees | |
But when I can't explain to him the tears that fill my eyes | |
He takes me in his arms and rocks his melancholy child | |
You take a black | |
Irish temper and some solemn | |
Cherokee A | |
Southern sense of humour and you got someone like me | |
There are thorns on every rose to this | |
I'm reconciled | |
They're just a little sharper to a melancholy child | |
And in my own babe's eyes | |
I see the signs of melancholy child | |
Heaven help us all, another melancholy child |
zuo ci : DiPiero, Tillis | |
A baby with a baby just barely seventeen | |
My mother mourned her innocence | |
While she bounced me on her knee | |
A daddy on the road added to her tears and trials | |
Like silver rain they fell upon this melancholy child | |
The sounds of my childhood still linger in my song | |
My mother' s lullaby that train that ran behind our home | |
A whippoorwill on a window sill | |
It should have made me smile | |
But everything sounds lonesome to a melancholy child | |
Now a restless blood runs in our family | |
I thought | |
I could out run the emptiness inside of me | |
So I went a little crazy, went a little wild | |
Trying to outdistance my own melancholy child | |
I met a kind and gentleman who thinks the world of me | |
And when he looks my way it is a woman that he sees | |
But when I can' t explain to him the tears that fill my eyes | |
He takes me in his arms and rocks his melancholy child | |
You take a black | |
Irish temper and some solemn | |
Cherokee A | |
Southern sense of humour and you got someone like me | |
There are thorns on every rose to this | |
I' m reconciled | |
They' re just a little sharper to a melancholy child | |
And in my own babe' s eyes | |
I see the signs of melancholy child | |
Heaven help us all, another melancholy child |
zuò cí : DiPiero, Tillis | |
A baby with a baby just barely seventeen | |
My mother mourned her innocence | |
While she bounced me on her knee | |
A daddy on the road added to her tears and trials | |
Like silver rain they fell upon this melancholy child | |
The sounds of my childhood still linger in my song | |
My mother' s lullaby that train that ran behind our home | |
A whippoorwill on a window sill | |
It should have made me smile | |
But everything sounds lonesome to a melancholy child | |
Now a restless blood runs in our family | |
I thought | |
I could out run the emptiness inside of me | |
So I went a little crazy, went a little wild | |
Trying to outdistance my own melancholy child | |
I met a kind and gentleman who thinks the world of me | |
And when he looks my way it is a woman that he sees | |
But when I can' t explain to him the tears that fill my eyes | |
He takes me in his arms and rocks his melancholy child | |
You take a black | |
Irish temper and some solemn | |
Cherokee A | |
Southern sense of humour and you got someone like me | |
There are thorns on every rose to this | |
I' m reconciled | |
They' re just a little sharper to a melancholy child | |
And in my own babe' s eyes | |
I see the signs of melancholy child | |
Heaven help us all, another melancholy child |