| Song | Beacon Street |
| Artist | Al Stewart |
| Album | A Beach Full Of Shells |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Stewart | |
| When your little world has fallen apart | |
| You'll be living on Beacon Street | |
| In a flat above a laundry | |
| It's warm and forgiving on Beacon Street | |
| Hundreds of paperback novels adorning your shelves | |
| Piles of CDs that are eager to please | |
| Still asserting themselves | |
| There's something in the morning light | |
| That is muted and soft down on Beacon Street | |
| Then a bar or two of classical music | |
| Will waft through the air | |
| Newspaper adverts will usher the future your way | |
| Indian teas and then take-out Chinese | |
| At the end of the day | |
| Shadows on furniture cast by the light of the moon | |
| You've got a fridge full of food | |
| You won't need to go anywhere soon | |
| When it's time to start again | |
| They will welcome you in down on Beacon Street | |
| Everybody needs a moment or two | |
| Now and then on their own |
| zuo ci : Stewart | |
| When your little world has fallen apart | |
| You' ll be living on Beacon Street | |
| In a flat above a laundry | |
| It' s warm and forgiving on Beacon Street | |
| Hundreds of paperback novels adorning your shelves | |
| Piles of CDs that are eager to please | |
| Still asserting themselves | |
| There' s something in the morning light | |
| That is muted and soft down on Beacon Street | |
| Then a bar or two of classical music | |
| Will waft through the air | |
| Newspaper adverts will usher the future your way | |
| Indian teas and then takeout Chinese | |
| At the end of the day | |
| Shadows on furniture cast by the light of the moon | |
| You' ve got a fridge full of food | |
| You won' t need to go anywhere soon | |
| When it' s time to start again | |
| They will welcome you in down on Beacon Street | |
| Everybody needs a moment or two | |
| Now and then on their own |
| zuò cí : Stewart | |
| When your little world has fallen apart | |
| You' ll be living on Beacon Street | |
| In a flat above a laundry | |
| It' s warm and forgiving on Beacon Street | |
| Hundreds of paperback novels adorning your shelves | |
| Piles of CDs that are eager to please | |
| Still asserting themselves | |
| There' s something in the morning light | |
| That is muted and soft down on Beacon Street | |
| Then a bar or two of classical music | |
| Will waft through the air | |
| Newspaper adverts will usher the future your way | |
| Indian teas and then takeout Chinese | |
| At the end of the day | |
| Shadows on furniture cast by the light of the moon | |
| You' ve got a fridge full of food | |
| You won' t need to go anywhere soon | |
| When it' s time to start again | |
| They will welcome you in down on Beacon Street | |
| Everybody needs a moment or two | |
| Now and then on their own |