For a Spanish Guitar Lyrics

	作词 : Clark
	The dissonant bells of the sea
	Who are ringing the rhymes of the deep
	As they sing of the ages asleep
	Not so near or so far
	And the old masters wind of the waves
	Sped forth for the free men and slaves
	Whispers of secrets it saves
	And about whom they are
	And the workings of sunshine and rain
	And the visions they paint that remain
	Pulsate from my soul through my brain
	In a spanish guitar
	The beggar whom sits in the street
	On his miserable throne of defeat
	Envisions no wealth there to meet
	Thinking nowhere is far
	And the laughter of children employed
	By the fantasies not yet destroyed
	By the dogmas of those they avoid
	Knowing not what they are
	And the right and the wrong and insane
	And the answers they cannot explain
	Pulsate from my soul through my brain
	In a spanish guitar
	To play on a spanish guitar
	With the sun shining down where you are
	Skipping and singing a bar
	From the music around
	Just to laugh through the columns of trees
	To soar like a seagull in breeze
	To stand in the rain if you please
	Or to never be found

	zuo ci : Clark
	The dissonant bells of the sea
	Who are ringing the rhymes of the deep
	As they sing of the ages asleep
	Not so near or so far
	And the old masters wind of the waves
	Sped forth for the free men and slaves
	Whispers of secrets it saves
	And about whom they are
	And the workings of sunshine and rain
	And the visions they paint that remain
	Pulsate from my soul through my brain
	In a spanish guitar
	The beggar whom sits in the street
	On his miserable throne of defeat
	Envisions no wealth there to meet
	Thinking nowhere is far
	And the laughter of children employed
	By the fantasies not yet destroyed
	By the dogmas of those they avoid
	Knowing not what they are
	And the right and the wrong and insane
	And the answers they cannot explain
	Pulsate from my soul through my brain
	In a spanish guitar
	To play on a spanish guitar
	With the sun shining down where you are
	Skipping and singing a bar
	From the music around
	Just to laugh through the columns of trees
	To soar like a seagull in breeze
	To stand in the rain if you please
	Or to never be found

	zuò cí : Clark
	The dissonant bells of the sea
	Who are ringing the rhymes of the deep
	As they sing of the ages asleep
	Not so near or so far
	And the old masters wind of the waves
	Sped forth for the free men and slaves
	Whispers of secrets it saves
	And about whom they are
	And the workings of sunshine and rain
	And the visions they paint that remain
	Pulsate from my soul through my brain
	In a spanish guitar
	The beggar whom sits in the street
	On his miserable throne of defeat
	Envisions no wealth there to meet
	Thinking nowhere is far
	And the laughter of children employed
	By the fantasies not yet destroyed
	By the dogmas of those they avoid
	Knowing not what they are
	And the right and the wrong and insane
	And the answers they cannot explain
	Pulsate from my soul through my brain
	In a spanish guitar
	To play on a spanish guitar
	With the sun shining down where you are
	Skipping and singing a bar
	From the music around
	Just to laugh through the columns of trees
	To soar like a seagull in breeze
	To stand in the rain if you please
	Or to never be found

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