Song | Ballad of Yarmouth Castle |
Artist | Gordon Lightfoot |
Album | Sunday Concert [live] |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Lightfoot | |
Well, it's four o'clock in the afternoon | |
And the anchors have been weighed | |
From Miami to Nassau, | |
She's bound across the waves | |
She'll be headin' south through Biscayne Bay | |
Into the open sea | |
Yarmouth Castle, she's a-dyin' and don't know it | |
Now the many years she's been to sea | |
She's seen the better times | |
She gives a groan of protest | |
As they cast away her lines | |
And the grumble of her engines | |
And the rust along her spine | |
Tells the Castle she's too old to be sailin' | |
But the sands run out within her heart | |
A tiny spark glows red | |
It smoulders through the evening | |
There's laughter overhead | |
Now the men are served, and the cards are dealt | |
And the drinks are passed around | |
Deep within the fire starts a-burnin' | |
Now it's midnight on the open sea | |
And the moon is shining bright | |
Some people join the party | |
And others say good-night | |
There's many who are sleeping now | |
It's been a busy day | |
And a tiny wisp of smoke is a-risin' | |
"Oh Lord," she groans, "I'm burning!" | |
"Let someone understand!" | |
But her silent plea is wasted | |
In the playin' of the band | |
Everybody's dancin' on her deck | |
And they're havin' such a time | |
Then a voice says | |
"Shut up and deal, I'm losin'" | |
Deep within the Yarmouth Castle | |
The fire begins to glow | |
It leaps into the hallways | |
And climbs and twists and grows | |
And the paint she wore to keep her young | |
Oh Lord, how well it burns | |
And soon that old fire is a-ragin' | |
Up beneath the bridge it's climbin' fast | |
the captain stands aloft | |
He calls up to the boatswain, 'n' says | |
"Boatswain, we are lost" | |
For the ragged hoses in the racks | |
No pressure do they hold | |
And the people down below | |
Will soon be dyin' | |
All amidships, oh she's blazin' now | |
It's spreadin' fore and aft | |
The people are a-scramblin' | |
As the fire blocks their path | |
The evil smoke surrounds them, | |
And they're fallin' in their tracks | |
And the captain in his lifeboat is a-leavin' | |
Oh then the ship, Bahama Star | |
Comes steamin' through the night | |
She sees the Castle blazin' | |
And 'tis a terrible sight | |
"Jump down, jump down!" the captain cries | |
"We'll save you if we can!" | |
Then the paint on his funnels is a-fryin' | |
"God help the ones who sleep below | |
And cannot find the way! | |
Thank God for those we've rescued | |
Upon this awful day." | |
Now the heroes, they are many, | |
But the times are growin' slim | |
And now from stern to bow | |
She's a-blazin' | |
Oh the Yarmouth Castle's moanin' | |
She's cryin' like a child. | |
You can hear her if you listen | |
Above the roar so wild | |
Is she cryin' for the ones who lie | |
Within her molten sides? | |
Or cryin' for herself, I'm a-wonderin' | |
But the livin' soon were rescued | |
The ones who lived to tell | |
From the Star they watched her | |
As she died there in the swells | |
Like a toy ship on a mill pond | |
She burned all through the night | |
Then slipped 'neath the waves | |
In the mornin' |
zuo ci : Lightfoot | |
Well, it' s four o' clock in the afternoon | |
And the anchors have been weighed | |
From Miami to Nassau, | |
She' s bound across the waves | |
She' ll be headin' south through Biscayne Bay | |
Into the open sea | |
Yarmouth Castle, she' s adyin' and don' t know it | |
Now the many years she' s been to sea | |
She' s seen the better times | |
She gives a groan of protest | |
As they cast away her lines | |
And the grumble of her engines | |
And the rust along her spine | |
Tells the Castle she' s too old to be sailin' | |
But the sands run out within her heart | |
A tiny spark glows red | |
It smoulders through the evening | |
There' s laughter overhead | |
Now the men are served, and the cards are dealt | |
And the drinks are passed around | |
Deep within the fire starts aburnin' | |
Now it' s midnight on the open sea | |
And the moon is shining bright | |
Some people join the party | |
And others say goodnight | |
There' s many who are sleeping now | |
It' s been a busy day | |
And a tiny wisp of smoke is arisin' | |
" Oh Lord," she groans, " I' m burning!" | |
" Let someone understand!" | |
But her silent plea is wasted | |
In the playin' of the band | |
Everybody' s dancin' on her deck | |
And they' re havin' such a time | |
Then a voice says | |
" Shut up and deal, I' m losin'" | |
Deep within the Yarmouth Castle | |
The fire begins to glow | |
It leaps into the hallways | |
And climbs and twists and grows | |
And the paint she wore to keep her young | |
Oh Lord, how well it burns | |
And soon that old fire is aragin' | |
Up beneath the bridge it' s climbin' fast | |
the captain stands aloft | |
He calls up to the boatswain, ' n' says | |
" Boatswain, we are lost" | |
For the ragged hoses in the racks | |
No pressure do they hold | |
And the people down below | |
Will soon be dyin' | |
All amidships, oh she' s blazin' now | |
It' s spreadin' fore and aft | |
The people are ascramblin' | |
As the fire blocks their path | |
The evil smoke surrounds them, | |
And they' re fallin' in their tracks | |
And the captain in his lifeboat is aleavin' | |
Oh then the ship, Bahama Star | |
Comes steamin' through the night | |
She sees the Castle blazin' | |
And ' tis a terrible sight | |
" Jump down, jump down!" the captain cries | |
" We' ll save you if we can!" | |
Then the paint on his funnels is afryin' | |
" God help the ones who sleep below | |
And cannot find the way! | |
Thank God for those we' ve rescued | |
Upon this awful day." | |
Now the heroes, they are many, | |
But the times are growin' slim | |
And now from stern to bow | |
She' s ablazin' | |
Oh the Yarmouth Castle' s moanin' | |
She' s cryin' like a child. | |
You can hear her if you listen | |
Above the roar so wild | |
Is she cryin' for the ones who lie | |
Within her molten sides? | |
Or cryin' for herself, I' m awonderin' | |
But the livin' soon were rescued | |
The ones who lived to tell | |
From the Star they watched her | |
As she died there in the swells | |
Like a toy ship on a mill pond | |
She burned all through the night | |
Then slipped ' neath the waves | |
In the mornin' |
zuò cí : Lightfoot | |
Well, it' s four o' clock in the afternoon | |
And the anchors have been weighed | |
From Miami to Nassau, | |
She' s bound across the waves | |
She' ll be headin' south through Biscayne Bay | |
Into the open sea | |
Yarmouth Castle, she' s adyin' and don' t know it | |
Now the many years she' s been to sea | |
She' s seen the better times | |
She gives a groan of protest | |
As they cast away her lines | |
And the grumble of her engines | |
And the rust along her spine | |
Tells the Castle she' s too old to be sailin' | |
But the sands run out within her heart | |
A tiny spark glows red | |
It smoulders through the evening | |
There' s laughter overhead | |
Now the men are served, and the cards are dealt | |
And the drinks are passed around | |
Deep within the fire starts aburnin' | |
Now it' s midnight on the open sea | |
And the moon is shining bright | |
Some people join the party | |
And others say goodnight | |
There' s many who are sleeping now | |
It' s been a busy day | |
And a tiny wisp of smoke is arisin' | |
" Oh Lord," she groans, " I' m burning!" | |
" Let someone understand!" | |
But her silent plea is wasted | |
In the playin' of the band | |
Everybody' s dancin' on her deck | |
And they' re havin' such a time | |
Then a voice says | |
" Shut up and deal, I' m losin'" | |
Deep within the Yarmouth Castle | |
The fire begins to glow | |
It leaps into the hallways | |
And climbs and twists and grows | |
And the paint she wore to keep her young | |
Oh Lord, how well it burns | |
And soon that old fire is aragin' | |
Up beneath the bridge it' s climbin' fast | |
the captain stands aloft | |
He calls up to the boatswain, ' n' says | |
" Boatswain, we are lost" | |
For the ragged hoses in the racks | |
No pressure do they hold | |
And the people down below | |
Will soon be dyin' | |
All amidships, oh she' s blazin' now | |
It' s spreadin' fore and aft | |
The people are ascramblin' | |
As the fire blocks their path | |
The evil smoke surrounds them, | |
And they' re fallin' in their tracks | |
And the captain in his lifeboat is aleavin' | |
Oh then the ship, Bahama Star | |
Comes steamin' through the night | |
She sees the Castle blazin' | |
And ' tis a terrible sight | |
" Jump down, jump down!" the captain cries | |
" We' ll save you if we can!" | |
Then the paint on his funnels is afryin' | |
" God help the ones who sleep below | |
And cannot find the way! | |
Thank God for those we' ve rescued | |
Upon this awful day." | |
Now the heroes, they are many, | |
But the times are growin' slim | |
And now from stern to bow | |
She' s ablazin' | |
Oh the Yarmouth Castle' s moanin' | |
She' s cryin' like a child. | |
You can hear her if you listen | |
Above the roar so wild | |
Is she cryin' for the ones who lie | |
Within her molten sides? | |
Or cryin' for herself, I' m awonderin' | |
But the livin' soon were rescued | |
The ones who lived to tell | |
From the Star they watched her | |
As she died there in the swells | |
Like a toy ship on a mill pond | |
She burned all through the night | |
Then slipped ' neath the waves | |
In the mornin' |