Song | Wynken, Blynken and Nod |
Artist | Donovan |
Album | HMS Donovan |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Donovan, Field | |
The old moon laughed and he sang a song | |
As they rocked in the wooden shoe | |
And the wind that sped them all night long | |
Ruffled the waves of dew | |
The little stars were the herring fish | |
That lived in the beautiful sea | |
"Now cast your nets wherever you wish | |
For never afeared are we!“ | |
So cried the stars to the fishermen three – | |
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod | |
All night long their nets they threw | |
For the fish in the twinkling foam | |
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe | |
Bringing the fishermen home | |
'Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed | |
As if it could not be | |
And some folks thought 'twas a dream they dreamed | |
Of sailing that beautiful sea | |
But I shall name you the fishermen three – | |
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod | |
Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes | |
And Nod is a little head | |
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies | |
Is a wee one's trunble bed | |
So close your eyes while mother sings | |
Of wonderful sights that be | |
And you shall see the beautiful things | |
As you rock in the misty sea | |
And I shall name you the fishermen three – | |
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod |
zuo ci : Donovan, Field | |
The old moon laughed and he sang a song | |
As they rocked in the wooden shoe | |
And the wind that sped them all night long | |
Ruffled the waves of dew | |
The little stars were the herring fish | |
That lived in the beautiful sea | |
" Now cast your nets wherever you wish | |
For never afeared are we!" | |
So cried the stars to the fishermen three | |
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod | |
All night long their nets they threw | |
For the fish in the twinkling foam | |
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe | |
Bringing the fishermen home | |
' Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed | |
As if it could not be | |
And some folks thought ' twas a dream they dreamed | |
Of sailing that beautiful sea | |
But I shall name you the fishermen three | |
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod | |
Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes | |
And Nod is a little head | |
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies | |
Is a wee one' s trunble bed | |
So close your eyes while mother sings | |
Of wonderful sights that be | |
And you shall see the beautiful things | |
As you rock in the misty sea | |
And I shall name you the fishermen three | |
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod |
zuò cí : Donovan, Field | |
The old moon laughed and he sang a song | |
As they rocked in the wooden shoe | |
And the wind that sped them all night long | |
Ruffled the waves of dew | |
The little stars were the herring fish | |
That lived in the beautiful sea | |
" Now cast your nets wherever you wish | |
For never afeared are we!" | |
So cried the stars to the fishermen three | |
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod | |
All night long their nets they threw | |
For the fish in the twinkling foam | |
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe | |
Bringing the fishermen home | |
' Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed | |
As if it could not be | |
And some folks thought ' twas a dream they dreamed | |
Of sailing that beautiful sea | |
But I shall name you the fishermen three | |
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod | |
Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes | |
And Nod is a little head | |
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies | |
Is a wee one' s trunble bed | |
So close your eyes while mother sings | |
Of wonderful sights that be | |
And you shall see the beautiful things | |
As you rock in the misty sea | |
And I shall name you the fishermen three | |
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod |