Song | The Iron Stone |
Artist | The Incredible String Band |
Album | The Big Huge |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Williamson | |
A long wind a weaving mind | |
Over all the land the wild flowers grow, | |
Echoing kind to kind | |
On that day when I found the iron stone | |
Heavy in my hand in the sloping rain | |
Ever the seas rolled on and o'er my heart | |
They roofed their slates of grey | |
The iron stone I found it on that day | |
The iron stone I brought it home | |
Heavy in my hand I brought it home | |
Black as the thoughts of doom | |
A man told me it came from the moon | |
Flying through time it flew | |
Upon the long beach where I found it | |
Dancing horses told their tale | |
Among the stones it called me | |
There my hand it knew | |
Seeing in the thickness of the thick black sight | |
Forests and centaurs and gods of the night | |
Never that sun shone on | |
Where high Atlantis raised her shores | |
How sang the dragons of the sea | |
Love paints the carts with suns for wheels | |
The jester's bauble, cap and bells | |
The brave, perhaps, Mustachio | |
Sir Primalform Magnifico | |
The dragon me with golden toes | |
And golden fire my flaming nose | |
And memories, memories | |
My cave was bright with sulky gems | |
That paled the stars like diadems | |
Silver lost and buried gold | |
Such was my home in days of old. |
zuo ci : Williamson | |
A long wind a weaving mind | |
Over all the land the wild flowers grow, | |
Echoing kind to kind | |
On that day when I found the iron stone | |
Heavy in my hand in the sloping rain | |
Ever the seas rolled on and o' er my heart | |
They roofed their slates of grey | |
The iron stone I found it on that day | |
The iron stone I brought it home | |
Heavy in my hand I brought it home | |
Black as the thoughts of doom | |
A man told me it came from the moon | |
Flying through time it flew | |
Upon the long beach where I found it | |
Dancing horses told their tale | |
Among the stones it called me | |
There my hand it knew | |
Seeing in the thickness of the thick black sight | |
Forests and centaurs and gods of the night | |
Never that sun shone on | |
Where high Atlantis raised her shores | |
How sang the dragons of the sea | |
Love paints the carts with suns for wheels | |
The jester' s bauble, cap and bells | |
The brave, perhaps, Mustachio | |
Sir Primalform Magnifico | |
The dragon me with golden toes | |
And golden fire my flaming nose | |
And memories, memories | |
My cave was bright with sulky gems | |
That paled the stars like diadems | |
Silver lost and buried gold | |
Such was my home in days of old. |
zuò cí : Williamson | |
A long wind a weaving mind | |
Over all the land the wild flowers grow, | |
Echoing kind to kind | |
On that day when I found the iron stone | |
Heavy in my hand in the sloping rain | |
Ever the seas rolled on and o' er my heart | |
They roofed their slates of grey | |
The iron stone I found it on that day | |
The iron stone I brought it home | |
Heavy in my hand I brought it home | |
Black as the thoughts of doom | |
A man told me it came from the moon | |
Flying through time it flew | |
Upon the long beach where I found it | |
Dancing horses told their tale | |
Among the stones it called me | |
There my hand it knew | |
Seeing in the thickness of the thick black sight | |
Forests and centaurs and gods of the night | |
Never that sun shone on | |
Where high Atlantis raised her shores | |
How sang the dragons of the sea | |
Love paints the carts with suns for wheels | |
The jester' s bauble, cap and bells | |
The brave, perhaps, Mustachio | |
Sir Primalform Magnifico | |
The dragon me with golden toes | |
And golden fire my flaming nose | |
And memories, memories | |
My cave was bright with sulky gems | |
That paled the stars like diadems | |
Silver lost and buried gold | |
Such was my home in days of old. |