A Pitcher Of Summer Lyrics

	作曲 : Byron, Driver, Kayo Dot
	One morning, before the leaves began changing
	I caught a piece of summer and poured it into a pitcher;
	This I placed in the cellar on a shelf collecting dust .
	Autumn, then winter, rose up from the sea, and my
	Garden was a garden filled with unbroken snow.
	No flower strained its face to the ice giants' whisper,
	No life coloured the vision of a newborn
	Spring babe.
	My cellar-water dripping into a pail
	And I lifted my piece of summer
	Like a piece of memory or a dream
	Like these, caught on film
	And carried it to the garden floes,
	The wind turning drifting stars to madness.
	Poured forth gracefully, this ctheric tincture
	Lifts winter's coat-of-arms with coaxing aromas and electricity.
	Used with vigilance, a
	Pitcher of
	Summer stirs a memory into swooning,
	And bravely, the flowers of the past will stretch their limbs into the sky
	While snow falls quietly all around.

	zuo qu : Byron, Driver, Kayo Dot
	One morning, before the leaves began changing
	I caught a piece of summer and poured it into a pitcher
	This I placed in the cellar on a shelf collecting dust .
	Autumn, then winter, rose up from the sea, and my
	Garden was a garden filled with unbroken snow.
	No flower strained its face to the ice giants' whisper,
	No life coloured the vision of a newborn
	Spring babe.
	My cellarwater dripping into a pail
	And I lifted my piece of summer
	Like a piece of memory or a dream
	Like these, caught on film
	And carried it to the garden floes,
	The wind turning drifting stars to madness.
	Poured forth gracefully, this ctheric tincture
	Lifts winter' s coatofarms with coaxing aromas and electricity.
	Used with vigilance, a
	Pitcher of
	Summer stirs a memory into swooning,
	And bravely, the flowers of the past will stretch their limbs into the sky
	While snow falls quietly all around.

	zuò qǔ : Byron, Driver, Kayo Dot
	One morning, before the leaves began changing
	I caught a piece of summer and poured it into a pitcher
	This I placed in the cellar on a shelf collecting dust .
	Autumn, then winter, rose up from the sea, and my
	Garden was a garden filled with unbroken snow.
	No flower strained its face to the ice giants' whisper,
	No life coloured the vision of a newborn
	Spring babe.
	My cellarwater dripping into a pail
	And I lifted my piece of summer
	Like a piece of memory or a dream
	Like these, caught on film
	And carried it to the garden floes,
	The wind turning drifting stars to madness.
	Poured forth gracefully, this ctheric tincture
	Lifts winter' s coatofarms with coaxing aromas and electricity.
	Used with vigilance, a
	Pitcher of
	Summer stirs a memory into swooning,
	And bravely, the flowers of the past will stretch their limbs into the sky
	While snow falls quietly all around.

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