Song | The Last Day of June 1934 |
Artist | Al Stewart |
Album | Past, Present and Future |
作词 : Stewart | |
The morning is humming, it's a quarter past nine | |
I should be working down in the vines | |
But I'm lying here with a good friend of mine | |
Watching the sun in her hair | |
I pick the grapes from the hills to the sea | |
The fields of | |
France are a home to me | |
Ah, but today lying here is a good place to be | |
I can't go anywhere | |
But as we slip in and out of embrace | |
Like some old and familiar place | |
Reflecting all of my dreams in her face like before | |
On the last day of | |
June 1934 | |
Just out of | |
Cambridge in a narrow country lane | |
A bottle-green | |
Bentley in the driving rain | |
Slips and skids round a corner, then pulls straight again | |
Heads up the drive to the door | |
The lights of the party shine over the fields | |
Where lovers and dancers watch catherine wheels | |
And argue realities digging their heels | |
In a world that's finished with war | |
And a lost wind of summer blows into the streets | |
Past the tramps in the alleyways, the rich in silk sheets | |
And Europe lies sleeping, you feel her heartbeats through the floor | |
On the last day of | |
June 19... | |
On the night that | |
Ernst Roehm died voices rang out | |
In the rolling | |
Bavarian hills | |
And swept through the cities and danced in the gutters | |
Grown strong like the joining of wills | |
Oh echoed away like a roar in the distance | |
In moonlight carved out of steel | |
Singing "All the lonely, so long and so long You don't know how I long, how I long You can't hold me, I'm strong now I'm strong Stronger than your law" | |
I sit here now by the banks of the | |
Rhine Dipping my feet in the cold stream of time | |
And I know | |
I'm a dreamer, | |
I know I'm out of line | |
With the people | |
I see everywhere | |
The couples pass by me, they're looking so good | |
Their arms round each other, they head for the woods | |
They don't care who | |
Ernst Roehm was, no reason they should | |
Just a shadow that hangs in the air | |
But I thought | |
I saw him cross over the hill | |
With a whole ghostly army of men at his heel | |
And struck in the moment it seemed to be real like before | |
On the last day of | |
June 1934 |
zuò cí : Stewart | |
The morning is humming, it' s a quarter past nine | |
I should be working down in the vines | |
But I' m lying here with a good friend of mine | |
Watching the sun in her hair | |
I pick the grapes from the hills to the sea | |
The fields of | |
France are a home to me | |
Ah, but today lying here is a good place to be | |
I can' t go anywhere | |
But as we slip in and out of embrace | |
Like some old and familiar place | |
Reflecting all of my dreams in her face like before | |
On the last day of | |
June 1934 | |
Just out of | |
Cambridge in a narrow country lane | |
A bottlegreen | |
Bentley in the driving rain | |
Slips and skids round a corner, then pulls straight again | |
Heads up the drive to the door | |
The lights of the party shine over the fields | |
Where lovers and dancers watch catherine wheels | |
And argue realities digging their heels | |
In a world that' s finished with war | |
And a lost wind of summer blows into the streets | |
Past the tramps in the alleyways, the rich in silk sheets | |
And Europe lies sleeping, you feel her heartbeats through the floor | |
On the last day of | |
June 19... | |
On the night that | |
Ernst Roehm died voices rang out | |
In the rolling | |
Bavarian hills | |
And swept through the cities and danced in the gutters | |
Grown strong like the joining of wills | |
Oh echoed away like a roar in the distance | |
In moonlight carved out of steel | |
Singing " All the lonely, so long and so long You don' t know how I long, how I long You can' t hold me, I' m strong now I' m strong Stronger than your law" | |
I sit here now by the banks of the | |
Rhine Dipping my feet in the cold stream of time | |
And I know | |
I' m a dreamer, | |
I know I' m out of line | |
With the people | |
I see everywhere | |
The couples pass by me, they' re looking so good | |
Their arms round each other, they head for the woods | |
They don' t care who | |
Ernst Roehm was, no reason they should | |
Just a shadow that hangs in the air | |
But I thought | |
I saw him cross over the hill | |
With a whole ghostly army of men at his heel | |
And struck in the moment it seemed to be real like before | |
On the last day of | |
June 1934 |