England 1914 Lyrics

	作词 : McTell
	Night stirs her inky finger
	In the water of the day,
	The tired sun drops slowly in the sky.
	And everywhere the gentle air
	Hangs heavy with the day song
	Evening calls the lamplight out to come.
	Children's wooden hoops
	Go clattering down the street
	Soon they're called inside, it's getting late.
	The grand canal
	Now splashed with red
	Reflects on swallows wings.
	The lamplighter knows the song
	The evening sings.
	But the gas-lamps stand like soldiers
	Hiss warnings to the wind
	Their evening vespers prophicy a war.
	The world divides
	And men take sides
	The spark bursts into flame
	Nothing can be quite the same again.
	Dog barks in the distance
	Child cries in her sleep
	Night waits for the dawn with baited breath.
	The old school, the old rule
	Rung out on a muffinman's bell
	The lamplighter has made his nightly call.
	Dreams of hope and peace
	Sent clattering down the streets
	Empty like the promises they made.
	The wars rage on, and different wrongs
	Will someone please explain
	That peace is not the lamplighter
	'Cos he's not coming back again.

	zuo ci : McTell
	Night stirs her inky finger
	In the water of the day,
	The tired sun drops slowly in the sky.
	And everywhere the gentle air
	Hangs heavy with the day song
	Evening calls the lamplight out to come.
	Children' s wooden hoops
	Go clattering down the street
	Soon they' re called inside, it' s getting late.
	The grand canal
	Now splashed with red
	Reflects on swallows wings.
	The lamplighter knows the song
	The evening sings.
	But the gaslamps stand like soldiers
	Hiss warnings to the wind
	Their evening vespers prophicy a war.
	The world divides
	And men take sides
	The spark bursts into flame
	Nothing can be quite the same again.
	Dog barks in the distance
	Child cries in her sleep
	Night waits for the dawn with baited breath.
	The old school, the old rule
	Rung out on a muffinman' s bell
	The lamplighter has made his nightly call.
	Dreams of hope and peace
	Sent clattering down the streets
	Empty like the promises they made.
	The wars rage on, and different wrongs
	Will someone please explain
	That peace is not the lamplighter
	' Cos he' s not coming back again.

	zuò cí : McTell
	Night stirs her inky finger
	In the water of the day,
	The tired sun drops slowly in the sky.
	And everywhere the gentle air
	Hangs heavy with the day song
	Evening calls the lamplight out to come.
	Children' s wooden hoops
	Go clattering down the street
	Soon they' re called inside, it' s getting late.
	The grand canal
	Now splashed with red
	Reflects on swallows wings.
	The lamplighter knows the song
	The evening sings.
	But the gaslamps stand like soldiers
	Hiss warnings to the wind
	Their evening vespers prophicy a war.
	The world divides
	And men take sides
	The spark bursts into flame
	Nothing can be quite the same again.
	Dog barks in the distance
	Child cries in her sleep
	Night waits for the dawn with baited breath.
	The old school, the old rule
	Rung out on a muffinman' s bell
	The lamplighter has made his nightly call.
	Dreams of hope and peace
	Sent clattering down the streets
	Empty like the promises they made.
	The wars rage on, and different wrongs
	Will someone please explain
	That peace is not the lamplighter
	' Cos he' s not coming back again.

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