Song | Tasting History |
Artist | Al Stewart |
Album | Down in the Cellar |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Juber, Stewart | |
Stephanie's father came her from Alsace | |
He bought a big Victorian house | |
Filled with coloured glass | |
He kept his old wine bottles | |
In a cellar down below | |
On Friday night he takes them out | |
And stands them in a row | |
And all that he said | |
All of us there were tasting history | |
Those perfume-laden liquids | |
Whatever they might be | |
He dispensed then like a chemist | |
From the sixteenth century | |
Then leaned back in his armchair | |
With understated glee | |
While we tripped over our tongues | |
To trace their ancestry | |
And all that he said | |
All of us there were tasting history | |
And all through the night | |
In glass filtered light, tasting history | |
Stephanie went to Egypt | |
To an excavation site | |
And works beneath the Pharaoh's moon | |
Deep into the night | |
Her dad still opens Chambertin | |
As the candle burns away | |
It was the favorite of Napoleon | |
That's what he liked to say | |
And all that he said | |
All of us there were tasting history | |
And all through the night | |
In glass filtered light, tasting history |
zuo ci : Juber, Stewart | |
Stephanie' s father came her from Alsace | |
He bought a big Victorian house | |
Filled with coloured glass | |
He kept his old wine bottles | |
In a cellar down below | |
On Friday night he takes them out | |
And stands them in a row | |
And all that he said | |
All of us there were tasting history | |
Those perfumeladen liquids | |
Whatever they might be | |
He dispensed then like a chemist | |
From the sixteenth century | |
Then leaned back in his armchair | |
With understated glee | |
While we tripped over our tongues | |
To trace their ancestry | |
And all that he said | |
All of us there were tasting history | |
And all through the night | |
In glass filtered light, tasting history | |
Stephanie went to Egypt | |
To an excavation site | |
And works beneath the Pharaoh' s moon | |
Deep into the night | |
Her dad still opens Chambertin | |
As the candle burns away | |
It was the favorite of Napoleon | |
That' s what he liked to say | |
And all that he said | |
All of us there were tasting history | |
And all through the night | |
In glass filtered light, tasting history |
zuò cí : Juber, Stewart | |
Stephanie' s father came her from Alsace | |
He bought a big Victorian house | |
Filled with coloured glass | |
He kept his old wine bottles | |
In a cellar down below | |
On Friday night he takes them out | |
And stands them in a row | |
And all that he said | |
All of us there were tasting history | |
Those perfumeladen liquids | |
Whatever they might be | |
He dispensed then like a chemist | |
From the sixteenth century | |
Then leaned back in his armchair | |
With understated glee | |
While we tripped over our tongues | |
To trace their ancestry | |
And all that he said | |
All of us there were tasting history | |
And all through the night | |
In glass filtered light, tasting history | |
Stephanie went to Egypt | |
To an excavation site | |
And works beneath the Pharaoh' s moon | |
Deep into the night | |
Her dad still opens Chambertin | |
As the candle burns away | |
It was the favorite of Napoleon | |
That' s what he liked to say | |
And all that he said | |
All of us there were tasting history | |
And all through the night | |
In glass filtered light, tasting history |