Song | The Walls Of Redwing |
Artist | Joan Baez |
Album | Any Day Now |
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作词 : Dylan | |
Well I'm sailin away my own true love. | |
I'm sailin' away in the mornin' | |
Is there something I can send you from across the sea, | |
From the place where I'll be landin'? | |
No, there's nothing you can bring me my own true love. | |
There's nothing I wish to be ownin'. | |
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled | |
from across that lonesome ocean. | |
Well I just though you might want something fine | |
made of silver or of golden | |
either from the mountains of Madrid | |
or the coast of Barcelona. | |
If I had the stars from the darkest night | |
and the diamonds from the deepest ocean, | |
I'd foresake them all for your sweet kiss, | |
for that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin' | |
That I might be gone a long old time, | |
and it's only that I'm askin'. | |
Is there something I can give you to remember me by, | |
To make your time more easy passin'? | |
Oh how can, how can you ask me again? | |
It only brings me sorrow. | |
For the same thing that I want from you today | |
I would want again tomorrow. | |
Well I got a letter on a lonesome day. | |
It was from her ship a'sailin'. | |
Sayin' "I don't know when I'll be comin' back again. | |
It depends on how I'm feelin'." | |
Well if you my love must think that a'way | |
I'm sure your mind is a'roamin'. | |
I'm sure your heart is not with me | |
but with the country where you're goin'. | |
So take heed, take heed of the Western wind. | |
Take heed of the stormy weather. | |
And yes, there's something you can send back to me; | |
SPANISH BOOTS OF SPANISH LEATHER. |
zuo ci : Dylan | |
Well I' m sailin away my own true love. | |
I' m sailin' away in the mornin' | |
Is there something I can send you from across the sea, | |
From the place where I' ll be landin'? | |
No, there' s nothing you can bring me my own true love. | |
There' s nothing I wish to be ownin'. | |
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled | |
from across that lonesome ocean. | |
Well I just though you might want something fine | |
made of silver or of golden | |
either from the mountains of Madrid | |
or the coast of Barcelona. | |
If I had the stars from the darkest night | |
and the diamonds from the deepest ocean, | |
I' d foresake them all for your sweet kiss, | |
for that' s all I' m wishin' to be ownin' | |
That I might be gone a long old time, | |
and it' s only that I' m askin'. | |
Is there something I can give you to remember me by, | |
To make your time more easy passin'? | |
Oh how can, how can you ask me again? | |
It only brings me sorrow. | |
For the same thing that I want from you today | |
I would want again tomorrow. | |
Well I got a letter on a lonesome day. | |
It was from her ship a' sailin'. | |
Sayin' " I don' t know when I' ll be comin' back again. | |
It depends on how I' m feelin'." | |
Well if you my love must think that a' way | |
I' m sure your mind is a' roamin'. | |
I' m sure your heart is not with me | |
but with the country where you' re goin'. | |
So take heed, take heed of the Western wind. | |
Take heed of the stormy weather. | |
And yes, there' s something you can send back to me | |
SPANISH BOOTS OF SPANISH LEATHER. |
zuò cí : Dylan | |
Well I' m sailin away my own true love. | |
I' m sailin' away in the mornin' | |
Is there something I can send you from across the sea, | |
From the place where I' ll be landin'? | |
No, there' s nothing you can bring me my own true love. | |
There' s nothing I wish to be ownin'. | |
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled | |
from across that lonesome ocean. | |
Well I just though you might want something fine | |
made of silver or of golden | |
either from the mountains of Madrid | |
or the coast of Barcelona. | |
If I had the stars from the darkest night | |
and the diamonds from the deepest ocean, | |
I' d foresake them all for your sweet kiss, | |
for that' s all I' m wishin' to be ownin' | |
That I might be gone a long old time, | |
and it' s only that I' m askin'. | |
Is there something I can give you to remember me by, | |
To make your time more easy passin'? | |
Oh how can, how can you ask me again? | |
It only brings me sorrow. | |
For the same thing that I want from you today | |
I would want again tomorrow. | |
Well I got a letter on a lonesome day. | |
It was from her ship a' sailin'. | |
Sayin' " I don' t know when I' ll be comin' back again. | |
It depends on how I' m feelin'." | |
Well if you my love must think that a' way | |
I' m sure your mind is a' roamin'. | |
I' m sure your heart is not with me | |
but with the country where you' re goin'. | |
So take heed, take heed of the Western wind. | |
Take heed of the stormy weather. | |
And yes, there' s something you can send back to me | |
SPANISH BOOTS OF SPANISH LEATHER. |