| Song | Albatross (LP Version) |
| Artist | Judy Collins |
| Album | The Very Best Of Judy Collins |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Judy Collins |
| [00:01.00] | 作曲 : Judy Collins |
| [00:15.48] | The lady comes to the gate dressed in lavender and leather |
| [00:24.03] | Looking North to the sea she finds the weather fine |
| [00:30.78] | She hears the steeple bells ringing through the orchard |
| [00:35.16] | All the way from town |
| [00:38.04] | She watches seagulls fly |
| [00:40.83] | Silver on the ocean stitching through the waves |
| [00:44.25] | The edges of the sky |
| [00:56.37] | Many people wander up the hills |
| [00:58.38] | From all around you |
| [01:01.11] | Making up your memories and thinking they have found you |
| [01:06.42] | They cover you with veils of wonder as if you were a bride |
| [01:12.51] | Young men holding violets are curious to know if you have cried |
| [01:17.46] | And tell you why |
| [01:18.42] | And ask you why |
| [01:19.47] | Any way you answer |
| [01:22.77] | Lace around the collars of the blouses of the ladies |
| [01:28.47] | Flowers from a Spanish friend of the family |
| [01:33.00] | The embroid'ry of your life holds you in |
| [01:35.34] | And keeps you out but you survive |
| [01:38.19] | Imprisoned in your bones |
| [01:39.75] | Behind the isinglass windows of your eyes |
| [01:45.09] | And in the night the iron wheels rolling through the rain |
| [01:52.26] | Down the hills through the long grass to the sea |
| [01:58.92] | And in the dark the hard bells ringing with pain |
| [02:13.53] | Come away alone |
| [02:26.40] | Even now by the gate with you long hair blowing |
| [02:33.45] | And the colors of the day that lie along your arms |
| [02:39.84] | You must barter your life to make sure you are living |
| [02:46.77] | And the crowd that has come |
| [02:50.37] | You give them the colors |
| [02:52.92] | And the bells and wind and the dream |
| [03:01.20] | Will there never be a prince who rides along the sea and the mountains |
| [03:06.78] | Scattering the sand and foam into amethyst fountains |
| [03:12.84] | Riding up the hills from the beach in the long summer grass |
| [03:18.09] | Holding the sun in his hands and shattering the isinglass? |
| [03:21.87] | Day and night and day again and people come and go away forever |
| [03:30.30] | While the shining summer sea dances in the glass of your mirror |
| [03:36.18] | While you search the waves for love and your visions for a sign |
| [03:41.28] | The knot of tears around your throat is crystallizing into your design |
| [03:48.42] | And in the night the iron wheels rolling through the rain |
| [03:55.20] | Down the hills through the long grass to the sea |
| [04:02.49] | And in the dark the hard bells ringing with pain |
| [04:14.34] | Come away alone |
| [04:27.30] | Come away alone...with me. |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Judy Collins |
| [00:01.00] | zuo qu : Judy Collins |
| [00:15.48] | The lady comes to the gate dressed in lavender and leather |
| [00:24.03] | Looking North to the sea she finds the weather fine |
| [00:30.78] | She hears the steeple bells ringing through the orchard |
| [00:35.16] | All the way from town |
| [00:38.04] | She watches seagulls fly |
| [00:40.83] | Silver on the ocean stitching through the waves |
| [00:44.25] | The edges of the sky |
| [00:56.37] | Many people wander up the hills |
| [00:58.38] | From all around you |
| [01:01.11] | Making up your memories and thinking they have found you |
| [01:06.42] | They cover you with veils of wonder as if you were a bride |
| [01:12.51] | Young men holding violets are curious to know if you have cried |
| [01:17.46] | And tell you why |
| [01:18.42] | And ask you why |
| [01:19.47] | Any way you answer |
| [01:22.77] | Lace around the collars of the blouses of the ladies |
| [01:28.47] | Flowers from a Spanish friend of the family |
| [01:33.00] | The embroid' ry of your life holds you in |
| [01:35.34] | And keeps you out but you survive |
| [01:38.19] | Imprisoned in your bones |
| [01:39.75] | Behind the isinglass windows of your eyes |
| [01:45.09] | And in the night the iron wheels rolling through the rain |
| [01:52.26] | Down the hills through the long grass to the sea |
| [01:58.92] | And in the dark the hard bells ringing with pain |
| [02:13.53] | Come away alone |
| [02:26.40] | Even now by the gate with you long hair blowing |
| [02:33.45] | And the colors of the day that lie along your arms |
| [02:39.84] | You must barter your life to make sure you are living |
| [02:46.77] | And the crowd that has come |
| [02:50.37] | You give them the colors |
| [02:52.92] | And the bells and wind and the dream |
| [03:01.20] | Will there never be a prince who rides along the sea and the mountains |
| [03:06.78] | Scattering the sand and foam into amethyst fountains |
| [03:12.84] | Riding up the hills from the beach in the long summer grass |
| [03:18.09] | Holding the sun in his hands and shattering the isinglass? |
| [03:21.87] | Day and night and day again and people come and go away forever |
| [03:30.30] | While the shining summer sea dances in the glass of your mirror |
| [03:36.18] | While you search the waves for love and your visions for a sign |
| [03:41.28] | The knot of tears around your throat is crystallizing into your design |
| [03:48.42] | And in the night the iron wheels rolling through the rain |
| [03:55.20] | Down the hills through the long grass to the sea |
| [04:02.49] | And in the dark the hard bells ringing with pain |
| [04:14.34] | Come away alone |
| [04:27.30] | Come away alone... with me. |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Judy Collins |
| [00:01.00] | zuò qǔ : Judy Collins |
| [00:15.48] | The lady comes to the gate dressed in lavender and leather |
| [00:24.03] | Looking North to the sea she finds the weather fine |
| [00:30.78] | She hears the steeple bells ringing through the orchard |
| [00:35.16] | All the way from town |
| [00:38.04] | She watches seagulls fly |
| [00:40.83] | Silver on the ocean stitching through the waves |
| [00:44.25] | The edges of the sky |
| [00:56.37] | Many people wander up the hills |
| [00:58.38] | From all around you |
| [01:01.11] | Making up your memories and thinking they have found you |
| [01:06.42] | They cover you with veils of wonder as if you were a bride |
| [01:12.51] | Young men holding violets are curious to know if you have cried |
| [01:17.46] | And tell you why |
| [01:18.42] | And ask you why |
| [01:19.47] | Any way you answer |
| [01:22.77] | Lace around the collars of the blouses of the ladies |
| [01:28.47] | Flowers from a Spanish friend of the family |
| [01:33.00] | The embroid' ry of your life holds you in |
| [01:35.34] | And keeps you out but you survive |
| [01:38.19] | Imprisoned in your bones |
| [01:39.75] | Behind the isinglass windows of your eyes |
| [01:45.09] | And in the night the iron wheels rolling through the rain |
| [01:52.26] | Down the hills through the long grass to the sea |
| [01:58.92] | And in the dark the hard bells ringing with pain |
| [02:13.53] | Come away alone |
| [02:26.40] | Even now by the gate with you long hair blowing |
| [02:33.45] | And the colors of the day that lie along your arms |
| [02:39.84] | You must barter your life to make sure you are living |
| [02:46.77] | And the crowd that has come |
| [02:50.37] | You give them the colors |
| [02:52.92] | And the bells and wind and the dream |
| [03:01.20] | Will there never be a prince who rides along the sea and the mountains |
| [03:06.78] | Scattering the sand and foam into amethyst fountains |
| [03:12.84] | Riding up the hills from the beach in the long summer grass |
| [03:18.09] | Holding the sun in his hands and shattering the isinglass? |
| [03:21.87] | Day and night and day again and people come and go away forever |
| [03:30.30] | While the shining summer sea dances in the glass of your mirror |
| [03:36.18] | While you search the waves for love and your visions for a sign |
| [03:41.28] | The knot of tears around your throat is crystallizing into your design |
| [03:48.42] | And in the night the iron wheels rolling through the rain |
| [03:55.20] | Down the hills through the long grass to the sea |
| [04:02.49] | And in the dark the hard bells ringing with pain |
| [04:14.34] | Come away alone |
| [04:27.30] | Come away alone... with me. |