Song | Bluer Pastures |
Artist | Dolly Parton |
Album | Little Sparrow |
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作词 : Parton | |
(Dolly Parton) | |
I was lookin' for greener pastures | |
When I left my old | |
Kentucky home | |
I was chasin' after dreams | |
I thought | |
I'd master | |
So I left the one that loved me all along | |
Thinkin' only of myself and doin' better | |
Didn't care about the grief | |
I left behind | |
Didn't even make a card or write a letter | |
So sure I'd be successful in no time | |
Now I'm heading for bluer pastures | |
And back to the one who's heart | |
I brokeTo the bluegrass state of | |
KentuckyWhere he waits with open for me | |
I hopeAin't it funny how you are when you're younger? | |
How what you have is never good enough | |
How the years will find you searchin' through your plunder | |
Lookin' for the treasures you gave up | |
Well the seasons came, they went | |
The dreams all shattered | |
While the grass just stayed a lonely shade of brown | |
Then I realized | |
I'd lost all that had mattered | |
So with foolish pride aside, | |
I'm homeward bound | |
Now I'm heading for bluer pastures | |
And back to the one who's heart | |
I brokeTo the bluegrass state of ole | |
KentuckyWhere he waits with open for me | |
I hopeNow | |
I'm heading for bluer pastures | |
Where the bluegrass waves sweetly in the wind | |
Where the bluegrass music's always playin' | |
To the haunting sound of | |
Monroe's mandolin | |
I'm heading for bluer pastures |
zuo ci : Parton | |
Dolly Parton | |
I was lookin' for greener pastures | |
When I left my old | |
Kentucky home | |
I was chasin' after dreams | |
I thought | |
I' d master | |
So I left the one that loved me all along | |
Thinkin' only of myself and doin' better | |
Didn' t care about the grief | |
I left behind | |
Didn' t even make a card or write a letter | |
So sure I' d be successful in no time | |
Now I' m heading for bluer pastures | |
And back to the one who' s heart | |
I brokeTo the bluegrass state of | |
KentuckyWhere he waits with open for me | |
I hopeAin' t it funny how you are when you' re younger? | |
How what you have is never good enough | |
How the years will find you searchin' through your plunder | |
Lookin' for the treasures you gave up | |
Well the seasons came, they went | |
The dreams all shattered | |
While the grass just stayed a lonely shade of brown | |
Then I realized | |
I' d lost all that had mattered | |
So with foolish pride aside, | |
I' m homeward bound | |
Now I' m heading for bluer pastures | |
And back to the one who' s heart | |
I brokeTo the bluegrass state of ole | |
KentuckyWhere he waits with open for me | |
I hopeNow | |
I' m heading for bluer pastures | |
Where the bluegrass waves sweetly in the wind | |
Where the bluegrass music' s always playin' | |
To the haunting sound of | |
Monroe' s mandolin | |
I' m heading for bluer pastures |
zuò cí : Parton | |
Dolly Parton | |
I was lookin' for greener pastures | |
When I left my old | |
Kentucky home | |
I was chasin' after dreams | |
I thought | |
I' d master | |
So I left the one that loved me all along | |
Thinkin' only of myself and doin' better | |
Didn' t care about the grief | |
I left behind | |
Didn' t even make a card or write a letter | |
So sure I' d be successful in no time | |
Now I' m heading for bluer pastures | |
And back to the one who' s heart | |
I brokeTo the bluegrass state of | |
KentuckyWhere he waits with open for me | |
I hopeAin' t it funny how you are when you' re younger? | |
How what you have is never good enough | |
How the years will find you searchin' through your plunder | |
Lookin' for the treasures you gave up | |
Well the seasons came, they went | |
The dreams all shattered | |
While the grass just stayed a lonely shade of brown | |
Then I realized | |
I' d lost all that had mattered | |
So with foolish pride aside, | |
I' m homeward bound | |
Now I' m heading for bluer pastures | |
And back to the one who' s heart | |
I brokeTo the bluegrass state of ole | |
KentuckyWhere he waits with open for me | |
I hopeNow | |
I' m heading for bluer pastures | |
Where the bluegrass waves sweetly in the wind | |
Where the bluegrass music' s always playin' | |
To the haunting sound of | |
Monroe' s mandolin | |
I' m heading for bluer pastures |