作词 : Joni Mitchell
作曲 : Joni Mitchell
Fly silly seabird, no dreams can possess you
No voices can blame you for sun on your wings
My gentle relations have names they must call me
For loving the freedom of all flying things
My dreams with the seagulls fly
Out of reach, out of cry
I came to the city and lived like old Crusoe
On an island of noise in a cobblestone sea
And the beaches were concrete and the stars paid a light bill
And the blossoms hung false on their store window trees
My dreams with the seagulls fly
Out of reach, out of cry
Out of thе city and down to the seaside
To sun on my shouldеrs and wind in my hair
But sandcastles crumble and hunger is human
And humans are hungry for worlds they can't share
My dreams with the seagulls fly
Out of reach, out of cry
I call to the seagull who dives to the waters
And catches his silver-fine dinner alone
Crying where are the footprints that danced on these beaches?
And the hands that cast wishes that sunk like a stone
My dreams with the seagulls fly
Out of reach, out of cry
[00:00.000] 作词 : Joni Mitchell
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Joni Mitchell
[00:19.340]Fly silly seabird, no dreams can possess you
[00:26.810]No voices can blame you for sun on your wings
[00:35.670]My gentle relations have names they must call me
[00:44.620]For loving the freedom of all flying things
[00:53.020]My dreams with the seagulls fly
[00:57.940]Out of reach, out of cry
[01:07.460]I came to the city and lived like old Crusoe
[01:15.070]On an island of noise in a cobblestone sea
[01:24.290]And the beaches were concrete and the stars paid a light bill
[01:31.780]And the blossoms hung false on their store window trees
[01:41.720]My dreams with the seagulls fly
[01:47.020]Out of reach, out of cry
[01:57.980]Out of thе city and down to the seaside
[02:05.080]To sun on my shouldеrs and wind in my hair
[02:13.810]But sandcastles crumble and hunger is human
[02:22.400]And humans are hungry for worlds they can't share
[02:31.160]My dreams with the seagulls fly
[02:36.030]Out of reach, out of cry
[02:45.760]I call to the seagull who dives to the waters
[02:54.320]And catches his silver-fine dinner alone
[03:03.250]Crying where are the footprints that danced on these beaches?
[03:10.950]And the hands that cast wishes that sunk like a stone
[03:20.680]My dreams with the seagulls fly
[03:25.670]Out of reach, out of cry