Song | Mary's Eyes |
Artist | Janis Ian |
Album | Billie's Bones |
作词 : Ian | |
Mary's eyes are startling blue | |
And her hair's Newcastle gold | |
And she walks the thin white line between the body and the soul. | |
She's as faithful to her history | |
As a novice to his fast; | |
For she's standing on the bones of Ireland's past. | |
Chorus: | |
She's singing of the troubles | |
And the fire in the land, | |
'Til I can almost feel the famine slipping through my trembling hand. | |
And I wonder as I hear her, | |
That the spirit still shines through | |
And she can reach across the ocean deep and break my heart in two... | |
Mary's wise and she is foolish; | |
She's as constant as the tide. | |
For it's a woman's heart that beats beneath that stubborn Irish pride. | |
We are saints and we are sinners, | |
We are heros we are theives. We are all of us beginners on the road to Galilee | |
Chorus | |
So let us hoist a pint of silence | |
To the East where Ireland lies, | |
And we will stare across the waters | |
For a glimpse of Mary's eyes. | |
We are ships without a harbor, | |
We are sailors on dry land, | |
And the song goes on forever | |
Even though the record can't. | |
Chorus |
zuò cí : Ian | |
Mary' s eyes are startling blue | |
And her hair' s Newcastle gold | |
And she walks the thin white line between the body and the soul. | |
She' s as faithful to her history | |
As a novice to his fast | |
For she' s standing on the bones of Ireland' s past. | |
Chorus: | |
She' s singing of the troubles | |
And the fire in the land, | |
' Til I can almost feel the famine slipping through my trembling hand. | |
And I wonder as I hear her, | |
That the spirit still shines through | |
And she can reach across the ocean deep and break my heart in two... | |
Mary' s wise and she is foolish | |
She' s as constant as the tide. | |
For it' s a woman' s heart that beats beneath that stubborn Irish pride. | |
We are saints and we are sinners, | |
We are heros we are theives. We are all of us beginners on the road to Galilee | |
Chorus | |
So let us hoist a pint of silence | |
To the East where Ireland lies, | |
And we will stare across the waters | |
For a glimpse of Mary' s eyes. | |
We are ships without a harbor, | |
We are sailors on dry land, | |
And the song goes on forever | |
Even though the record can' t. | |
Chorus |