All in the Golden Afternoon



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