All in the Golden Afternoon

Alphaville1994年7月28日

歌詞

All In The Golden Afternoon - Alphaville (阿爾伐城)

All in the golden afternoon full leisurely we glide

 

For both our oars with little skill

By little arms are plied

 

While little hands make vain pretence

 

Our wanderings to guide

 

Ah cruel three in such an hour

 

Beneath such dreamy wheather

 

To beg a tale of breath too weak

To stir the tiniest feather

 

And what can one poor voice avail

 

Against three tongues together

 

Anon to sudden silence won

 

In fancy they persue

 

The dream child moving through

 

A land of wonders wild and new

 

In friendly chat with bird or beast

 

And half believe it true

 

And ever as the story drained

 

The wells of fancy dry

 

And faintly strove that weary

 

One to put the subject by

 

The next time it is next time

 

The happy voices cry

 

Thus grew the tale of wonderland

 

Thus slowly one by one

 

It's quaint events were hammered out

 

And now the tale is done and home we steer

 

A merry crew

 

Beneath the setting sun

 

***歌詞來自第三方***