Song | Rexroth's Daughter |
Artist | Joan Baez |
Album | Bowery Songs |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Brown | |
Coldest night of the winter | |
working up my farewell | |
In the middle of everything | |
under no particular spell | |
Dreaming of the mountains | |
where the children learn the stars | |
Clouds roll in from Nebraska | |
dark chords on a big guitar | |
My restlessness is long gone | |
standing like an old jack pine | |
I'm looking for Rexroth's daughter | |
She's a friend of a friend of mine | |
Can't believe your hands and mouth | |
did all that to me | |
And they are so daily naked | |
for all the world to see | |
That thunderstorm in Michigan | |
I never will forget | |
We shook right with the thunder | |
& with the pounding rain got wet | |
Where did you turn when you turned from me | |
with your arms across your chest | |
Ya,I'm looking for Rexroth's daughter | |
saw her in the great northwest | |
Would she have said it was the wrong time | |
if I had found her then | |
I don't ask very much | |
a field across the road and a few good friends | |
She used to come & see me | |
she was always there & gone | |
Even the very longest love | |
do'nt last very long | |
She'd stood there in my doorway | |
smoothing out her dress | |
saying 'life is a thump-ripe melon- | |
-so sweet and such a mess' | |
(I wanted to get to know you | |
but you said you were shy | |
I would have followed you anywhere | |
but hello rolled into goodbye | |
I just stood there watching | |
as you walked along the fence | |
Beware of them that look at you | |
as an experience | |
You're back out on the highway | |
with your poems of city heat | |
I'm looking for Rexroth's daughter | |
here on my own side street) | |
Well,The murderer who lived next door | |
seemed such a normal guy-- | |
You try to swallow what they shove at us | |
you run out of tears to cry | |
I heard a man speak quietly | |
I listened for a while | |
He spoke from his heart to my woe | |
& then he bowed & smiled | |
What is real but compassion | |
as we move from birth to death | |
Ya,I'm looking for Rexroth's daughter | |
& I'm running out of breath | |
Spring will come back I know it will | |
& it'll do its best | |
so useful, so endangered | |
like a lion or a breast | |
I think about my children | |
when I look at any child's face | |
pray that we will find a way | |
to get with all this amazing grace | |
It's so cold out there tonight | |
stormy I can hardly see | |
I'm looking for Rexroth's daughter | |
& I guess I always will be. |
zuo ci : Brown | |
Coldest night of the winter | |
working up my farewell | |
In the middle of everything | |
under no particular spell | |
Dreaming of the mountains | |
where the children learn the stars | |
Clouds roll in from Nebraska | |
dark chords on a big guitar | |
My restlessness is long gone | |
standing like an old jack pine | |
I' m looking for Rexroth' s daughter | |
She' s a friend of a friend of mine | |
Can' t believe your hands and mouth | |
did all that to me | |
And they are so daily naked | |
for all the world to see | |
That thunderstorm in Michigan | |
I never will forget | |
We shook right with the thunder | |
with the pounding rain got wet | |
Where did you turn when you turned from me | |
with your arms across your chest | |
Ya, I' m looking for Rexroth' s daughter | |
saw her in the great northwest | |
Would she have said it was the wrong time | |
if I had found her then | |
I don' t ask very much | |
a field across the road and a few good friends | |
She used to come see me | |
she was always there gone | |
Even the very longest love | |
do' nt last very long | |
She' d stood there in my doorway | |
smoothing out her dress | |
saying ' life is a thumpripe melon | |
so sweet and such a mess' | |
I wanted to get to know you | |
but you said you were shy | |
I would have followed you anywhere | |
but hello rolled into goodbye | |
I just stood there watching | |
as you walked along the fence | |
Beware of them that look at you | |
as an experience | |
You' re back out on the highway | |
with your poems of city heat | |
I' m looking for Rexroth' s daughter | |
here on my own side street | |
Well, The murderer who lived next door | |
seemed such a normal guy | |
You try to swallow what they shove at us | |
you run out of tears to cry | |
I heard a man speak quietly | |
I listened for a while | |
He spoke from his heart to my woe | |
then he bowed smiled | |
What is real but compassion | |
as we move from birth to death | |
Ya, I' m looking for Rexroth' s daughter | |
I' m running out of breath | |
Spring will come back I know it will | |
it' ll do its best | |
so useful, so endangered | |
like a lion or a breast | |
I think about my children | |
when I look at any child' s face | |
pray that we will find a way | |
to get with all this amazing grace | |
It' s so cold out there tonight | |
stormy I can hardly see | |
I' m looking for Rexroth' s daughter | |
I guess I always will be. |
zuò cí : Brown | |
Coldest night of the winter | |
working up my farewell | |
In the middle of everything | |
under no particular spell | |
Dreaming of the mountains | |
where the children learn the stars | |
Clouds roll in from Nebraska | |
dark chords on a big guitar | |
My restlessness is long gone | |
standing like an old jack pine | |
I' m looking for Rexroth' s daughter | |
She' s a friend of a friend of mine | |
Can' t believe your hands and mouth | |
did all that to me | |
And they are so daily naked | |
for all the world to see | |
That thunderstorm in Michigan | |
I never will forget | |
We shook right with the thunder | |
with the pounding rain got wet | |
Where did you turn when you turned from me | |
with your arms across your chest | |
Ya, I' m looking for Rexroth' s daughter | |
saw her in the great northwest | |
Would she have said it was the wrong time | |
if I had found her then | |
I don' t ask very much | |
a field across the road and a few good friends | |
She used to come see me | |
she was always there gone | |
Even the very longest love | |
do' nt last very long | |
She' d stood there in my doorway | |
smoothing out her dress | |
saying ' life is a thumpripe melon | |
so sweet and such a mess' | |
I wanted to get to know you | |
but you said you were shy | |
I would have followed you anywhere | |
but hello rolled into goodbye | |
I just stood there watching | |
as you walked along the fence | |
Beware of them that look at you | |
as an experience | |
You' re back out on the highway | |
with your poems of city heat | |
I' m looking for Rexroth' s daughter | |
here on my own side street | |
Well, The murderer who lived next door | |
seemed such a normal guy | |
You try to swallow what they shove at us | |
you run out of tears to cry | |
I heard a man speak quietly | |
I listened for a while | |
He spoke from his heart to my woe | |
then he bowed smiled | |
What is real but compassion | |
as we move from birth to death | |
Ya, I' m looking for Rexroth' s daughter | |
I' m running out of breath | |
Spring will come back I know it will | |
it' ll do its best | |
so useful, so endangered | |
like a lion or a breast | |
I think about my children | |
when I look at any child' s face | |
pray that we will find a way | |
to get with all this amazing grace | |
It' s so cold out there tonight | |
stormy I can hardly see | |
I' m looking for Rexroth' s daughter | |
I guess I always will be. |