Song | Job's Tears |
Artist | The Incredible String Band |
Album | Wee Tam |
作词 : Williamson | |
We're all still here | |
no one has gone away | |
Waiting, acting much too | |
well and procrastinating | |
The cross of the earth | |
(let me go through) | |
The four winds point them | |
Body to body | |
Seas to anoint them | |
The reed they brought him | |
Sponge and vinegar | |
Fiery serpents | |
Spitting gold and cinnamon | |
The moon was bleeding | |
And stars were shallow | |
And the sword that killed him | |
Was a sword of willow | |
Hello I must be going well I only came to say | |
I hear my mother calling and I must be on my way | |
O I remember it all from before | |
The winter and the midnight | |
Could not hold him | |
The fire could not burn him | |
Nor earth enfold him | |
Rise up Lazarus | |
Sweet and salty | |
Brother soldiers | |
Stop your gambling and talk to me | |
The thieves were stealers | |
But reason condemned him | |
And the grave was empty | |
Where they had laid him | |
Why heroes die at sunrise | |
Why the birds are arrows of the wise | |
Why each perfumed flower | |
Why each moment has its hour | |
It's you | |
It's all true | |
Stranger than that we're alive | |
Stranger than that | |
Stranger than that | |
Whatever you think | |
It's more than that, more than that | |
Happy man, the happy man | |
Doing the best he can | |
Keep on walking where the angels showed | |
(All will be one) | |
Travelling where the saints have trod | |
Over in the old golden land | |
In the golden book of the golden game | |
The golden angel wrote my name | |
When the deal goes down I'll put my crown | |
Over in the old golden land | |
I won't need to kiss you when we're there | |
(All will be one) | |
I won't need to miss you when we're there | |
Over in the old golden land | |
We'll understand it better in the sweet bye and bye | |
You won't need to worry and you won't have to cry | |
Over in the old golden land |
zuò cí : Williamson | |
We' re all still here | |
no one has gone away | |
Waiting, acting much too | |
well and procrastinating | |
The cross of the earth | |
let me go through | |
The four winds point them | |
Body to body | |
Seas to anoint them | |
The reed they brought him | |
Sponge and vinegar | |
Fiery serpents | |
Spitting gold and cinnamon | |
The moon was bleeding | |
And stars were shallow | |
And the sword that killed him | |
Was a sword of willow | |
Hello I must be going well I only came to say | |
I hear my mother calling and I must be on my way | |
O I remember it all from before | |
The winter and the midnight | |
Could not hold him | |
The fire could not burn him | |
Nor earth enfold him | |
Rise up Lazarus | |
Sweet and salty | |
Brother soldiers | |
Stop your gambling and talk to me | |
The thieves were stealers | |
But reason condemned him | |
And the grave was empty | |
Where they had laid him | |
Why heroes die at sunrise | |
Why the birds are arrows of the wise | |
Why each perfumed flower | |
Why each moment has its hour | |
It' s you | |
It' s all true | |
Stranger than that we' re alive | |
Stranger than that | |
Stranger than that | |
Whatever you think | |
It' s more than that, more than that | |
Happy man, the happy man | |
Doing the best he can | |
Keep on walking where the angels showed | |
All will be one | |
Travelling where the saints have trod | |
Over in the old golden land | |
In the golden book of the golden game | |
The golden angel wrote my name | |
When the deal goes down I' ll put my crown | |
Over in the old golden land | |
I won' t need to kiss you when we' re there | |
All will be one | |
I won' t need to miss you when we' re there | |
Over in the old golden land | |
We' ll understand it better in the sweet bye and bye | |
You won' t need to worry and you won' t have to cry | |
Over in the old golden land |