Song | Sweet Baby James |
Artist | Carole King |
Artist | James Taylor |
Album | Live At The Troubadour |
作词 : Taylor | |
There is a young cowboy he lives on the range | |
His horse and his cattle are his only companions | |
He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons | |
Waiting for summer, his pastures to change | |
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire | |
Thinking about women and glasses of beer | |
And closing his eyes as the doggies retire | |
He sings out a song which is soft but it's clear | |
As if maybe someone could hear | |
(chorus) | |
Goodnight you moonlight ladies | |
Rockabye sweet baby james | |
Deep greens and blues are the colors i choose | |
Won't you let me go down in my dreams | |
And rockabye sweet baby james | |
Now the first of december was covered with snow | |
And so was the turnpike from stockbridge to boston | |
Lord, the berkshires seemed dream-like on account of that frosting | |
With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go | |
There's a song that they sing when they take to the highway | |
A song that they sing when they take to the sea | |
A song that they sing of their home in the sky | |
Maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep | |
But singing works just fine for me | |
- chorus - |
zuò cí : Taylor | |
There is a young cowboy he lives on the range | |
His horse and his cattle are his only companions | |
He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyons | |
Waiting for summer, his pastures to change | |
And as the moon rises he sits by his fire | |
Thinking about women and glasses of beer | |
And closing his eyes as the doggies retire | |
He sings out a song which is soft but it' s clear | |
As if maybe someone could hear | |
chorus | |
Goodnight you moonlight ladies | |
Rockabye sweet baby james | |
Deep greens and blues are the colors i choose | |
Won' t you let me go down in my dreams | |
And rockabye sweet baby james | |
Now the first of december was covered with snow | |
And so was the turnpike from stockbridge to boston | |
Lord, the berkshires seemed dreamlike on account of that frosting | |
With ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go | |
There' s a song that they sing when they take to the highway | |
A song that they sing when they take to the sea | |
A song that they sing of their home in the sky | |
Maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep | |
But singing works just fine for me | |
chorus |