Last, Lonely And Wretched Lyrics

	作词 : Baez
	(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
	You're tired and you're poor,
	you long to be free,
	but in this Godforsaken land
	you find no home, no family
	on the many roads that you've wandered
	since the day of your birth.
	You've become one of the last,
	lonely and wretched.
	Your hair is matted,
	your face and hands are dirty,
	and the years that you've toiled
	must number somewhere near thirty.
	The deepening of a sadness
	broke finally into madness.
	You are truly one of the last,
	lonely and wretched.
	Your eyes are wild and frightening
	at the same time they are blessed
	and I wonder if God died,
	turned his back or only just rested.
	And you walked out on the seventh day
	through the big gates and on your way
	to become one of the last,
	lonely and wretched.
	For once you were a child.
	Your cheeks were red,
	you were well fed.
	You laughed and played
	till you got teary,
	ran to your mother
	when you were weary.
	But somewhere you were forsaken
	alone I'll not bear the blame
	and somehow all was taken,
	your mind, your body, your name.
	Forgive us our unkindness,
	our desertion and our blindness,
	with you, all the last,
	lonely and wretched.
	Forgive us, all the last,
	lonely and wretched.
	© 1970, 1971 Chandos Music (ASCAP)

	zuo ci : Baez
	Words and Music by Joan Baez
	You' re tired and you' re poor,
	you long to be free,
	but in this Godforsaken land
	you find no home, no family
	on the many roads that you' ve wandered
	since the day of your birth.
	You' ve become one of the last,
	lonely and wretched.
	Your hair is matted,
	your face and hands are dirty,
	and the years that you' ve toiled
	must number somewhere near thirty.
	The deepening of a sadness
	broke finally into madness.
	You are truly one of the last,
	lonely and wretched.
	Your eyes are wild and frightening
	at the same time they are blessed
	and I wonder if God died,
	turned his back or only just rested.
	And you walked out on the seventh day
	through the big gates and on your way
	to become one of the last,
	lonely and wretched.
	For once you were a child.
	Your cheeks were red,
	you were well fed.
	You laughed and played
	till you got teary,
	ran to your mother
	when you were weary.
	But somewhere you were forsaken
	alone I' ll not bear the blame
	and somehow all was taken,
	your mind, your body, your name.
	Forgive us our unkindness,
	our desertion and our blindness,
	with you, all the last,
	lonely and wretched.
	Forgive us, all the last,
	lonely and wretched.
	1970, 1971 Chandos Music ASCAP

	zuò cí : Baez
	Words and Music by Joan Baez
	You' re tired and you' re poor,
	you long to be free,
	but in this Godforsaken land
	you find no home, no family
	on the many roads that you' ve wandered
	since the day of your birth.
	You' ve become one of the last,
	lonely and wretched.
	Your hair is matted,
	your face and hands are dirty,
	and the years that you' ve toiled
	must number somewhere near thirty.
	The deepening of a sadness
	broke finally into madness.
	You are truly one of the last,
	lonely and wretched.
	Your eyes are wild and frightening
	at the same time they are blessed
	and I wonder if God died,
	turned his back or only just rested.
	And you walked out on the seventh day
	through the big gates and on your way
	to become one of the last,
	lonely and wretched.
	For once you were a child.
	Your cheeks were red,
	you were well fed.
	You laughed and played
	till you got teary,
	ran to your mother
	when you were weary.
	But somewhere you were forsaken
	alone I' ll not bear the blame
	and somehow all was taken,
	your mind, your body, your name.
	Forgive us our unkindness,
	our desertion and our blindness,
	with you, all the last,
	lonely and wretched.
	Forgive us, all the last,
	lonely and wretched.
	1970, 1971 Chandos Music ASCAP

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