| Song | Sand and Foam |
| Artist | Donovan |
| Album | Mellow Yellow |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Donovan | |
| The sun was going down behind the tattoo tree | |
| And the simple act of an oar's stroke put diamonds in the sea | |
| And all because of the phosphorus there in quantity | |
| As I dug you digging me in | |
| MexicoThere in the | |
| Valley of | |
| Scorpio, beneath the cross of jade | |
| Smoking on the seashell pipe the gypsies had made | |
| We sat and we dreamed awhile of smugglers bringing wine | |
| That crystal-thought time in | |
| MexicoSitting in a chair of bamboo, sipping grenadine | |
| Straining my eyes for a surfacing submarine | |
| Kingdoms of ants walk across my feet | |
| I'm a-shaking in my seat in | |
| MexicoGrasshoppers creaking in the velvet jungle night | |
| Microscopic circles in the fluid of my sight | |
| Watching a black-eyed native girl cut and trim the lamp | |
| Valentino vamp in | |
| MexicoThe sun was going down behind the tattoo tree | |
| And the simple act of an oar's stroke put diamonds in the sea | |
| And all because of the phosphorus there in quantity | |
| I dug you digging me in | |
| Mexico |
| zuo ci : Donovan | |
| The sun was going down behind the tattoo tree | |
| And the simple act of an oar' s stroke put diamonds in the sea | |
| And all because of the phosphorus there in quantity | |
| As I dug you digging me in | |
| MexicoThere in the | |
| Valley of | |
| Scorpio, beneath the cross of jade | |
| Smoking on the seashell pipe the gypsies had made | |
| We sat and we dreamed awhile of smugglers bringing wine | |
| That crystalthought time in | |
| MexicoSitting in a chair of bamboo, sipping grenadine | |
| Straining my eyes for a surfacing submarine | |
| Kingdoms of ants walk across my feet | |
| I' m ashaking in my seat in | |
| MexicoGrasshoppers creaking in the velvet jungle night | |
| Microscopic circles in the fluid of my sight | |
| Watching a blackeyed native girl cut and trim the lamp | |
| Valentino vamp in | |
| MexicoThe sun was going down behind the tattoo tree | |
| And the simple act of an oar' s stroke put diamonds in the sea | |
| And all because of the phosphorus there in quantity | |
| I dug you digging me in | |
| Mexico |
| zuò cí : Donovan | |
| The sun was going down behind the tattoo tree | |
| And the simple act of an oar' s stroke put diamonds in the sea | |
| And all because of the phosphorus there in quantity | |
| As I dug you digging me in | |
| MexicoThere in the | |
| Valley of | |
| Scorpio, beneath the cross of jade | |
| Smoking on the seashell pipe the gypsies had made | |
| We sat and we dreamed awhile of smugglers bringing wine | |
| That crystalthought time in | |
| MexicoSitting in a chair of bamboo, sipping grenadine | |
| Straining my eyes for a surfacing submarine | |
| Kingdoms of ants walk across my feet | |
| I' m ashaking in my seat in | |
| MexicoGrasshoppers creaking in the velvet jungle night | |
| Microscopic circles in the fluid of my sight | |
| Watching a blackeyed native girl cut and trim the lamp | |
| Valentino vamp in | |
| MexicoThe sun was going down behind the tattoo tree | |
| And the simple act of an oar' s stroke put diamonds in the sea | |
| And all because of the phosphorus there in quantity | |
| I dug you digging me in | |
| Mexico |