Song | Waltz of Green |
Artist | Josephine Foster |
Album | This Coming Gladness |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Foster | |
A garland of green my lover i send | |
And a green turtle to ride thee hence | |
Not fast nor fierce but in ten years time | |
When you my love are in your prime | |
When you my love are in your prime | |
And in ten years time the green of the vine | |
Will be a gentle tender hue | |
And so my hope, my lover my love | |
That i may find ye tender too | |
That i may find ye tender too | |
The leaves of the tree are deep underground | |
The needles of pines sew the soil to the mound | |
The air is of smoke but i see no fire | |
Red roses they droop their heads on the briar | |
Red roses they droop their heads on the briar | |
And who should be dancing along to this tune | |
I spy mother nature and father time swoon | |
Their bodies are bent their faces are gray | |
But they are the may king and queen, aren’t they | |
Yes, they are the may king and queen, aren’t they | |
A garland of green my lover i send | |
And a green turtle to ride thee hence | |
Not fast nor fierce but in ten years time | |
When you my love are in your prime | |
When you my love are in your prime |
zuo qu : Foster | |
A garland of green my lover i send | |
And a green turtle to ride thee hence | |
Not fast nor fierce but in ten years time | |
When you my love are in your prime | |
When you my love are in your prime | |
And in ten years time the green of the vine | |
Will be a gentle tender hue | |
And so my hope, my lover my love | |
That i may find ye tender too | |
That i may find ye tender too | |
The leaves of the tree are deep underground | |
The needles of pines sew the soil to the mound | |
The air is of smoke but i see no fire | |
Red roses they droop their heads on the briar | |
Red roses they droop their heads on the briar | |
And who should be dancing along to this tune | |
I spy mother nature and father time swoon | |
Their bodies are bent their faces are gray | |
But they are the may king and queen, aren' t they | |
Yes, they are the may king and queen, aren' t they | |
A garland of green my lover i send | |
And a green turtle to ride thee hence | |
Not fast nor fierce but in ten years time | |
When you my love are in your prime | |
When you my love are in your prime |
zuò qǔ : Foster | |
A garland of green my lover i send | |
And a green turtle to ride thee hence | |
Not fast nor fierce but in ten years time | |
When you my love are in your prime | |
When you my love are in your prime | |
And in ten years time the green of the vine | |
Will be a gentle tender hue | |
And so my hope, my lover my love | |
That i may find ye tender too | |
That i may find ye tender too | |
The leaves of the tree are deep underground | |
The needles of pines sew the soil to the mound | |
The air is of smoke but i see no fire | |
Red roses they droop their heads on the briar | |
Red roses they droop their heads on the briar | |
And who should be dancing along to this tune | |
I spy mother nature and father time swoon | |
Their bodies are bent their faces are gray | |
But they are the may king and queen, aren' t they | |
Yes, they are the may king and queen, aren' t they | |
A garland of green my lover i send | |
And a green turtle to ride thee hence | |
Not fast nor fierce but in ten years time | |
When you my love are in your prime | |
When you my love are in your prime |