Song | Chinese White |
Artist | The Incredible String Band |
Album | The 5000 Spirits Or The Layers Of The Onion |
作词 : Heron | |
The bent twig of darkness | |
Grows the petals of the morning; | |
It shows to them the birds singing | |
just behind the dawning. | |
Come dip into the cloud cream lapping; | |
I can't keep my hand on the plough | |
Because it's dying. | |
But I will lay me down with my arms | |
round a rainbow, | |
And I will lay me down to dream. | |
Oh, will your magic Christmas tree be shining | |
Gently all around? | |
Climbing up these figures | |
The sun is tugging at my shoulder. | |
And, every step I take, | |
I think my feet are getting older. | |
I see the crystal dreams unfolding, | |
I can't keep my eyes on the book because it's mouldring. | |
But I will lay me down with my arms | |
round a rainbow, | |
And I will lay me down to dream. | |
Oh, will your magic Christmas tree be shining | |
Gently all around? |
zuò cí : Heron | |
The bent twig of darkness | |
Grows the petals of the morning | |
It shows to them the birds singing | |
just behind the dawning. | |
Come dip into the cloud cream lapping | |
I can' t keep my hand on the plough | |
Because it' s dying. | |
But I will lay me down with my arms | |
round a rainbow, | |
And I will lay me down to dream. | |
Oh, will your magic Christmas tree be shining | |
Gently all around? | |
Climbing up these figures | |
The sun is tugging at my shoulder. | |
And, every step I take, | |
I think my feet are getting older. | |
I see the crystal dreams unfolding, | |
I can' t keep my eyes on the book because it' s mouldring. | |
But I will lay me down with my arms | |
round a rainbow, | |
And I will lay me down to dream. | |
Oh, will your magic Christmas tree be shining | |
Gently all around? |