Song | Formentera Lady |
Artist | King Crimson |
Album | Live in Denver, CO 1972 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Fripp, Sinfield | |
Houses iced in whitewash guard a pale shore-line | |
Cornered by the cactus and the pine. | |
Here i wander where sweet sage and strange herbs grow | |
Down a sun-baked crumpled stony road. | |
Dusty wheels leaning rusting in the sun; | |
Snuff brown walls where spanish lizards run. | |
Here i'm shadowed by a dragon fig tree's fan | |
Ringed by ants and musing over man. | |
I'll unwind my old strings while the sun shine down | |
Won't climb any high thing while the sun shine. | |
Formentera lady sing your song for me | |
Formentera lady sweet lover. | |
Lamplights glows on old guitars the travellers strum; | |
Insence children dance to an indian drum. | |
Here odysseus charmed for dark circe fell, | |
Still her perfume lingers still her spell. | |
Time's grey hand won't catch me while the sun shine down | |
Untie and unlatch me while the stars shine. | |
Formentera lady dance your dance for me | |
Formentera lady dark lover. |
zuo ci : Fripp, Sinfield | |
Houses iced in whitewash guard a pale shoreline | |
Cornered by the cactus and the pine. | |
Here i wander where sweet sage and strange herbs grow | |
Down a sunbaked crumpled stony road. | |
Dusty wheels leaning rusting in the sun | |
Snuff brown walls where spanish lizards run. | |
Here i' m shadowed by a dragon fig tree' s fan | |
Ringed by ants and musing over man. | |
I' ll unwind my old strings while the sun shine down | |
Won' t climb any high thing while the sun shine. | |
Formentera lady sing your song for me | |
Formentera lady sweet lover. | |
Lamplights glows on old guitars the travellers strum | |
Insence children dance to an indian drum. | |
Here odysseus charmed for dark circe fell, | |
Still her perfume lingers still her spell. | |
Time' s grey hand won' t catch me while the sun shine down | |
Untie and unlatch me while the stars shine. | |
Formentera lady dance your dance for me | |
Formentera lady dark lover. |
zuò cí : Fripp, Sinfield | |
Houses iced in whitewash guard a pale shoreline | |
Cornered by the cactus and the pine. | |
Here i wander where sweet sage and strange herbs grow | |
Down a sunbaked crumpled stony road. | |
Dusty wheels leaning rusting in the sun | |
Snuff brown walls where spanish lizards run. | |
Here i' m shadowed by a dragon fig tree' s fan | |
Ringed by ants and musing over man. | |
I' ll unwind my old strings while the sun shine down | |
Won' t climb any high thing while the sun shine. | |
Formentera lady sing your song for me | |
Formentera lady sweet lover. | |
Lamplights glows on old guitars the travellers strum | |
Insence children dance to an indian drum. | |
Here odysseus charmed for dark circe fell, | |
Still her perfume lingers still her spell. | |
Time' s grey hand won' t catch me while the sun shine down | |
Untie and unlatch me while the stars shine. | |
Formentera lady dance your dance for me | |
Formentera lady dark lover. |