| Song | Hampstead Incident |
| Artist | Donovan |
| Album | Mellow Yellow |
| 作词 : Donovan | |
| Standing by the | |
| Everyman, digging the rigging on my sail | |
| Rain fell to sounds of harpsichords, to the spell of fairy tale | |
| The heath was hung in magic mists, enchanted dripping glades | |
| I'll taste a taste until my mind drifts from this scene and fades | |
| In the night time | |
| Crystals sparkle in the grass, | |
| I polish them with thought | |
| On my lash there in my eye a star of light is caught | |
| Fortunes told in grains of sand, here | |
| I am is all | |
| I knowCandy stuck in children's hair, everywhere | |
| I goIn the night time | |
| In the night time | |
| Gypsy is the clown of love, | |
| I paint his face a smile | |
| Anyone we ever make, we always make in style, yeah | |
| Yeah, strange young girls with radar screens, yeah | |
| And hands as quick as hate | |
| I won't just now, later on maybe and even then | |
| I'll waitIn the night time | |
| In the night time | |
| Standing by the | |
| Everyman, digging the rigging on my sail | |
| Rain fell to sounds of harpsichords, to the spell of fairy tale | |
| The heath was hung in magic mists, enchanted dripping glades | |
| I'll taste a taste until my mind drifts from this scene and fades | |
| In the night time | |
| In the night time |
| zuò cí : Donovan | |
| Standing by the | |
| Everyman, digging the rigging on my sail | |
| Rain fell to sounds of harpsichords, to the spell of fairy tale | |
| The heath was hung in magic mists, enchanted dripping glades | |
| I' ll taste a taste until my mind drifts from this scene and fades | |
| In the night time | |
| Crystals sparkle in the grass, | |
| I polish them with thought | |
| On my lash there in my eye a star of light is caught | |
| Fortunes told in grains of sand, here | |
| I am is all | |
| I knowCandy stuck in children' s hair, everywhere | |
| I goIn the night time | |
| In the night time | |
| Gypsy is the clown of love, | |
| I paint his face a smile | |
| Anyone we ever make, we always make in style, yeah | |
| Yeah, strange young girls with radar screens, yeah | |
| And hands as quick as hate | |
| I won' t just now, later on maybe and even then | |
| I' ll waitIn the night time | |
| In the night time | |
| Standing by the | |
| Everyman, digging the rigging on my sail | |
| Rain fell to sounds of harpsichords, to the spell of fairy tale | |
| The heath was hung in magic mists, enchanted dripping glades | |
| I' ll taste a taste until my mind drifts from this scene and fades | |
| In the night time | |
| In the night time |