John Whitney
A small boy, bucket in hand.
Building castles in the sand
Thinking of his life that lies ahead.
An engine driver, sailor, why not a king
Of the sand castle as the gypsy woman said
Taking a ride on a dinkie rail
A green engine that's old
Could be a royal procession through
Big city streets
Waving to the crowds from a sand carpet of gold
Shaking hands of the V.I.R's one meets
Sailing a toyboat in a rock pool
Thinking that it could be
The Queen Mary, passing the Cape Horn tip.
Something majestic, sailing world wide seas.
Attention please, I'm the captain of the ship
After all these thoughts and more
The boy returned to find
That the sandcastles were washed into the sea.
Head in hands, eyes full of tears.
And a mixed up mind.
The gypsy woman can't foresee the years.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:22.35]John Whitney
[00:27.39]A small boy, bucket in hand.
[00:31.26]Building castles in the sand
[00:34.11]Thinking of his life that lies ahead.
[00:40.62]An engine driver, sailor, why not a king
[00:45.72]Of the sand castle as the gypsy woman said
[00:53.91]Taking a ride on a dinkie rail
[00:57.09]A green engine that's old
[01:00.63]Could be a royal procession through
[01:02.79]Big city streets
[01:07.02]Waving to the crowds from a sand carpet of gold
[01:13.44]Shaking hands of the V.I.R's one meets
[01:17.64]Sailing a toyboat in a rock pool
[01:30.30]Thinking that it could be
[01:32.19]The Queen Mary, passing the Cape Horn tip.
[01:41.16]Something majestic, sailing world wide seas.
[01:46.92]Attention please, I'm the captain of the ship
[01:54.33]After all these thoughts and more
[01:59.25]The boy returned to find
[01:59.76]That the sandcastles were washed into the sea.
[02:02.49]Head in hands, eyes full of tears.
[02:10.11]And a mixed up mind.
[02:12.96]The gypsy woman can't foresee the years.
📝 纯歌词版本
John Whitney
A small boy, bucket in hand.
Building castles in the sand
Thinking of his life that lies ahead.
An engine driver, sailor, why not a king
Of the sand castle as the gypsy woman said
Taking a ride on a dinkie rail
A green engine that's old
Could be a royal procession through
Big city streets
Waving to the crowds from a sand carpet of gold
Shaking hands of the V.I.R's one meets
Sailing a toyboat in a rock pool
Thinking that it could be
The Queen Mary, passing the Cape Horn tip.
Something majestic, sailing world wide seas.
Attention please, I'm the captain of the ship
After all these thoughts and more
The boy returned to find
That the sandcastles were washed into the sea.
Head in hands, eyes full of tears.
And a mixed up mind.
The gypsy woman can't foresee the years.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:22.35]John Whitney
[00:27.39]A small boy, bucket in hand.
[00:31.26]Building castles in the sand
[00:34.11]Thinking of his life that lies ahead.
[00:40.62]An engine driver, sailor, why not a king
[00:45.72]Of the sand castle as the gypsy woman said
[00:53.91]Taking a ride on a dinkie rail
[00:57.09]A green engine that's old
[01:00.63]Could be a royal procession through
[01:02.79]Big city streets
[01:07.02]Waving to the crowds from a sand carpet of gold
[01:13.44]Shaking hands of the V.I.R's one meets
[01:17.64]Sailing a toyboat in a rock pool
[01:30.30]Thinking that it could be
[01:32.19]The Queen Mary, passing the Cape Horn tip.
[01:41.16]Something majestic, sailing world wide seas.
[01:46.92]Attention please, I'm the captain of the ship
[01:54.33]After all these thoughts and more
[01:59.25]The boy returned to find
[01:59.76]That the sandcastles were washed into the sea.
[02:02.49]Head in hands, eyes full of tears.
[02:10.11]And a mixed up mind.
[02:12.96]The gypsy woman can't foresee the years.
J. Whitney R. Chapman
What the hell bad eggs don't smell
When glossed with sleek perfume
So whose to cry, politicians' lie
When you know damn well the...
Rolling and tumbling ain't done me no harm
Gonna boogie my night all away
Rita and Greta been twisting my arm into
Heading out west
Down to the Burles...
J. Whitney R. Chapman
Sky blue, slate blue, cold as the wind
blew leaves that never stay still
Buildings jagged and clustered
I remained unflustered.
...
Ric Grech
Taking a journey
Expecting to try
Not certain of things
Bound could happen
Just reach out and hold
The hand of a stranger.
Leading the way t...
J. Whitney R. Chapman
Weaver of life let me look and see
The pattern of my life gone by
Shown on your tapestry.
Just for one second one glance upon yo...
J. Whitney R. Chapman
Why can't we forgive, forget and be returned to harmony
Singing our song, duetting as one
It took time as pictures very hard t...
A veil unfolds across my eyes
Seeds of doubt leave me without
Any idea of my whereabouts
Where do I look for proof
Who do I ask and what do say
As I s...