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Winds Of The Old Days (Album Version)

Joan Baez2003年9月22日

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Winds Of The Old Days (Album Version) - Joan Baez (瓊·貝茲)

The lady's adrift in a foreign land

 

Singing on issues both humble and grand

 

A decade flew past her and there on the page

She read that the prince had returned to the stage

 

Hovering near treacherous waters

 

A friend saw her drifting and caught her

 

Unguarded fantasies flying too far

 

Memories tumbling like sweets from a jar

 

And take me down to the harbor now

 

Grapes of the summer are low on the bough

Ghosts of my history will follow me there

 

And the winds of the old days will

 

Blow through my hair

 

Breath on an undying ember

 

It doesn't take much to remember

 

Those eloquent songs from the good old days

That set us to marching with banners ablaze

 

But reporters there's no sense in prying

 

Our blue-eyed son's been denying

 

The truths that are wrapped in a mystery

 

The sixties are over so set him free

 

And take me down to the harbor now

Grapes of the summer are low on the bough

Ghosts of my history will follow me there

And the winds of the old days will blow through my hair

 

Why do I sit the autumnal judge

Years of self-righteousness will not budge

 

Singer or savior it was his to choose

Which of us knows what was his to lose

 

Because idols are best when they're made of stone

A savior's a nuisance to live with at home

Stars often fall heroes go unsung

 

And martyrs most certainly die too young

 

So thank you for writing the best songs

 

Thank you for righting a few wrongs

 

You're a savage gift on a wayward bus

 

But you stepped down and you sang to us

 

And get you down to the harbor now

 

Most of the sour grapes are gone from the bough

Ghosts of Johanna will visit you there

 

And the winds of the old days will blow through your hair

 

***歌詞來自第三方***