Song | Lone Palm |
Artist | Jimmy Buffett |
Album | Fruitcakes |
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作词 : Buffett | |
Lyrics:Jimmy Buffett Music:Jimmy Buffett | |
My garden is filled with papayas and mangos | |
My life is a mixture of reggaes and tangos | |
Taste for the good life | |
I can't live it no other way | |
While out on the beach there are two empty chairs | |
That say more than the people who ever sit there | |
From under my lone palm | |
I can look out on the day | |
Chorus: | |
Where no bird flies by my window | |
No ship is tied to my tree | |
Love is a wave building to a crescendo | |
Ride if you will, ride it with me | |
I knew this girl made of memories and phrases | |
Who lived her whole life in both chapters and stages | |
Danced 'til the dawn | |
Wished all her worries away | |
Well she wasn't crazy, no she wasn't mad | |
She just wanted the father that she never had | |
From under my lone palm | |
I think about her today | |
Chorus: | |
Where no bird flies by my window | |
No ship is tied to my tree | |
Love is a wave building to a crescendo | |
Ride if you will, ride it with me | |
We sailed from the port of indecision | |
Young and wild with oh so much to learn | |
Days turned into years | |
As we tried to fool our fears | |
But to the port of indecision I returned | |
My gardens are filled with papayas and mangos | |
My life is a mixture of jingles and jangles | |
Come Christmas winds | |
Blow all my worries away | |
Chorus: | |
Where no bird flies by my window | |
No ship is tied to my tree | |
Love is a wave building to a crescendo | |
Ride if you will, ride it with me | |
Sing if you will, sing to the sea | |
(No bird flies by my window) | |
(No ship is tied to my tree) |
zuo ci : Buffett | |
Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
My garden is filled with papayas and mangos | |
My life is a mixture of reggaes and tangos | |
Taste for the good life | |
I can' t live it no other way | |
While out on the beach there are two empty chairs | |
That say more than the people who ever sit there | |
From under my lone palm | |
I can look out on the day | |
Chorus: | |
Where no bird flies by my window | |
No ship is tied to my tree | |
Love is a wave building to a crescendo | |
Ride if you will, ride it with me | |
I knew this girl made of memories and phrases | |
Who lived her whole life in both chapters and stages | |
Danced ' til the dawn | |
Wished all her worries away | |
Well she wasn' t crazy, no she wasn' t mad | |
She just wanted the father that she never had | |
From under my lone palm | |
I think about her today | |
Chorus: | |
Where no bird flies by my window | |
No ship is tied to my tree | |
Love is a wave building to a crescendo | |
Ride if you will, ride it with me | |
We sailed from the port of indecision | |
Young and wild with oh so much to learn | |
Days turned into years | |
As we tried to fool our fears | |
But to the port of indecision I returned | |
My gardens are filled with papayas and mangos | |
My life is a mixture of jingles and jangles | |
Come Christmas winds | |
Blow all my worries away | |
Chorus: | |
Where no bird flies by my window | |
No ship is tied to my tree | |
Love is a wave building to a crescendo | |
Ride if you will, ride it with me | |
Sing if you will, sing to the sea | |
No bird flies by my window | |
No ship is tied to my tree |
zuò cí : Buffett | |
Lyrics: Jimmy Buffett Music: Jimmy Buffett | |
My garden is filled with papayas and mangos | |
My life is a mixture of reggaes and tangos | |
Taste for the good life | |
I can' t live it no other way | |
While out on the beach there are two empty chairs | |
That say more than the people who ever sit there | |
From under my lone palm | |
I can look out on the day | |
Chorus: | |
Where no bird flies by my window | |
No ship is tied to my tree | |
Love is a wave building to a crescendo | |
Ride if you will, ride it with me | |
I knew this girl made of memories and phrases | |
Who lived her whole life in both chapters and stages | |
Danced ' til the dawn | |
Wished all her worries away | |
Well she wasn' t crazy, no she wasn' t mad | |
She just wanted the father that she never had | |
From under my lone palm | |
I think about her today | |
Chorus: | |
Where no bird flies by my window | |
No ship is tied to my tree | |
Love is a wave building to a crescendo | |
Ride if you will, ride it with me | |
We sailed from the port of indecision | |
Young and wild with oh so much to learn | |
Days turned into years | |
As we tried to fool our fears | |
But to the port of indecision I returned | |
My gardens are filled with papayas and mangos | |
My life is a mixture of jingles and jangles | |
Come Christmas winds | |
Blow all my worries away | |
Chorus: | |
Where no bird flies by my window | |
No ship is tied to my tree | |
Love is a wave building to a crescendo | |
Ride if you will, ride it with me | |
Sing if you will, sing to the sea | |
No bird flies by my window | |
No ship is tied to my tree |