Song | Sugar Trade |
Artist | James Taylor |
Album | Dad Loves His Work |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Buffett, Mayer, Taylor | |
Now back when this earth was a silver blue jewel | |
And back when your grandfather's father was young | |
Men of these shores made and gave up their lives | |
Pulling up fish from the sea | |
While down in the african slavery trade | |
Stealing young men to cut sugar cane | |
Rum to new bedford and codfish from maine | |
They were building a wall that will always remain | |
Oh, the crown and the cross the musket and chain | |
The white man's religion, the family name | |
Two hundred years later and who is to blame? | |
The captain or the cargo or the juice of the sugar cane | |
The doryman he knows when the riptides will run | |
He sets out his nets and he sits in the sun | |
He thinks of his family and drinks of his rum | |
And he waits for the codfish to come | |
It's the same god-damned ocean that keeps them alive | |
It will swallow you up, it will let you survive | |
It will heal you and steal you and take you away | |
Like a note in a bottle with nothing to say | |
Now back when this earth was a silver blue jewel | |
And back when your grandfather's father was young | |
Men of these shores made and gave up their lives | |
Pulling up fish from the sea |
zuo ci : Buffett, Mayer, Taylor | |
Now back when this earth was a silver blue jewel | |
And back when your grandfather' s father was young | |
Men of these shores made and gave up their lives | |
Pulling up fish from the sea | |
While down in the african slavery trade | |
Stealing young men to cut sugar cane | |
Rum to new bedford and codfish from maine | |
They were building a wall that will always remain | |
Oh, the crown and the cross the musket and chain | |
The white man' s religion, the family name | |
Two hundred years later and who is to blame? | |
The captain or the cargo or the juice of the sugar cane | |
The doryman he knows when the riptides will run | |
He sets out his nets and he sits in the sun | |
He thinks of his family and drinks of his rum | |
And he waits for the codfish to come | |
It' s the same goddamned ocean that keeps them alive | |
It will swallow you up, it will let you survive | |
It will heal you and steal you and take you away | |
Like a note in a bottle with nothing to say | |
Now back when this earth was a silver blue jewel | |
And back when your grandfather' s father was young | |
Men of these shores made and gave up their lives | |
Pulling up fish from the sea |
zuò cí : Buffett, Mayer, Taylor | |
Now back when this earth was a silver blue jewel | |
And back when your grandfather' s father was young | |
Men of these shores made and gave up their lives | |
Pulling up fish from the sea | |
While down in the african slavery trade | |
Stealing young men to cut sugar cane | |
Rum to new bedford and codfish from maine | |
They were building a wall that will always remain | |
Oh, the crown and the cross the musket and chain | |
The white man' s religion, the family name | |
Two hundred years later and who is to blame? | |
The captain or the cargo or the juice of the sugar cane | |
The doryman he knows when the riptides will run | |
He sets out his nets and he sits in the sun | |
He thinks of his family and drinks of his rum | |
And he waits for the codfish to come | |
It' s the same goddamned ocean that keeps them alive | |
It will swallow you up, it will let you survive | |
It will heal you and steal you and take you away | |
Like a note in a bottle with nothing to say | |
Now back when this earth was a silver blue jewel | |
And back when your grandfather' s father was young | |
Men of these shores made and gave up their lives | |
Pulling up fish from the sea |