作词 : Joan Baez
作曲 : Joan Baez
They brought me a beautiful basket of fruit
And two finger bowls of glass
The couch is gold with a floral design
And the wine is Germany's best
And the wine is Germany's best
My thoughts drift ino the frozen night
Frankfurt is covered with snow
And numbly they ride on an icy wind
To places they're longing to go
To places they're longing to go
I remember the tall dark Irish rose
Who held me in my limousine
And slept with me under a burgundy quilt
With sheets of silk in between
Well, anyway, that's how it seemed
I thought I wanted to marry him
His face was sculpted by God
His words were gentle and ever so true
And soft as the Irish fog
And lost in the Irish fog
I remember the boy from the monastery
Who wanted to be a monk
But he brought flowers and wine to my room
And we both got happily drunk
And we both got perfectly drunk
He laughed like the chimes of a silver bell
His eyes were alexandrite blue
He danced the t'ai chi with the grace of a deer
And I wanted to marry him too
Yes I wanted to marry him too
There was that son of a dog from the Tennessee hills
Kept telling me I was still young
He spoke in pure southern and smoothed out the lines
Round my eyes saying I was the one
Forever that I'd be the one
He drank and he cussed and he wrote his own songs
He was very much on the go
We followed each other for over a year
I couldn't have married him though
So we just lived in sin on the road
There was that black eyed beauty from Boston town
Two days were never too long
He stood by the mirror and picked out a rose
But I already wrote him a song
Yes, I already wrote him a song
So here I sit with my basket of fruit
And two finger bowls of glass
I finished my bottle of Germany's best
And concluded my thoughts on the past
That love is a pain in the ass
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] 作词 : Joan Baez
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Joan Baez
[00:04.95]They brought me a beautiful basket of fruit
[00:10.11]And two finger bowls of glass
[00:14.91]The couch is gold with a floral design
[00:19.77]And the wine is Germany's best
[00:24.45]And the wine is Germany's best
[00:32.19]My thoughts drift ino the frozen night
[00:37.32]Frankfurt is covered with snow
[00:42.03]And numbly they ride on an icy wind
[00:46.89]To places they're longing to go
[00:51.75]To places they're longing to go
[00:59.04]I remember the tall dark Irish rose
[01:04.14]Who held me in my limousine
[01:09.03]And slept with me under a burgundy quilt
[01:13.98]With sheets of silk in between
[01:16.59]Well, anyway, that's how it seemed
[01:21.18]I thought I wanted to marry him
[01:31.08]His face was sculpted by God
[01:36.03]His words were gentle and ever so true
[01:41.01]And soft as the Irish fog
[01:45.96]And lost in the Irish fog
[01:55.68]I remember the boy from the monastery
[02:00.84]Who wanted to be a monk
[02:05.67]But he brought flowers and wine to my room
[02:10.47]And we both got happily drunk
[02:15.45]And we both got perfectly drunk
[02:22.77]He laughed like the chimes of a silver bell
[02:27.87]His eyes were alexandrite blue
[02:32.61]He danced the t'ai chi with the grace of a deer
[02:37.53]And I wanted to marry him too
[02:42.45]Yes I wanted to marry him too
[02:49.74]There was that son of a dog from the Tennessee hills
[02:54.99]Kept telling me I was still young
[02:59.61]He spoke in pure southern and smoothed out the lines
[03:04.11]Round my eyes saying I was the one
[03:07.71]Forever that I'd be the one
[03:17.10]He drank and he cussed and he wrote his own songs
[03:21.99]He was very much on the go
[03:26.94]We followed each other for over a year
[03:32.19]I couldn't have married him though
[03:36.57]So we just lived in sin on the road
[03:48.84]There was that black eyed beauty from Boston town
[03:54.54]Two days were never too long
[03:59.16]He stood by the mirror and picked out a rose
[04:04.11]But I already wrote him a song
[04:08.94]Yes, I already wrote him a song
[04:16.62]So here I sit with my basket of fruit
[04:21.75]And two finger bowls of glass
[04:26.58]I finished my bottle of Germany's best
[04:31.23]And concluded my thoughts on the past
[04:36.45]That love is a pain in the ass
作词 : Joan Baez
作曲 : Joan Baez
They brought me a beautiful basket of fruit
And two finger bowls of glass
The couch is gold with a floral design
And the wine is Germany's best
And the wine is Germany's best
My thoughts drift ino the frozen night
Frankfurt is covered with snow
And numbly they ride on an icy wind
To places they're longing to go
To places they're longing to go
I remember the tall dark Irish rose
Who held me in my limousine
And slept with me under a burgundy quilt
With sheets of silk in between
Well, anyway, that's how it seemed
I thought I wanted to marry him
His face was sculpted by God
His words were gentle and ever so true
And soft as the Irish fog
And lost in the Irish fog
I remember the boy from the monastery
Who wanted to be a monk
But he brought flowers and wine to my room
And we both got happily drunk
And we both got perfectly drunk
He laughed like the chimes of a silver bell
His eyes were alexandrite blue
He danced the t'ai chi with the grace of a deer
And I wanted to marry him too
Yes I wanted to marry him too
There was that son of a dog from the Tennessee hills
Kept telling me I was still young
He spoke in pure southern and smoothed out the lines
Round my eyes saying I was the one
Forever that I'd be the one
He drank and he cussed and he wrote his own songs
He was very much on the go
We followed each other for over a year
I couldn't have married him though
So we just lived in sin on the road
There was that black eyed beauty from Boston town
Two days were never too long
He stood by the mirror and picked out a rose
But I already wrote him a song
Yes, I already wrote him a song
So here I sit with my basket of fruit
And two finger bowls of glass
I finished my bottle of Germany's best
And concluded my thoughts on the past
That love is a pain in the ass
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.00] 作词 : Joan Baez
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Joan Baez
[00:04.95]They brought me a beautiful basket of fruit
[00:10.11]And two finger bowls of glass
[00:14.91]The couch is gold with a floral design
[00:19.77]And the wine is Germany's best
[00:24.45]And the wine is Germany's best
[00:32.19]My thoughts drift ino the frozen night
[00:37.32]Frankfurt is covered with snow
[00:42.03]And numbly they ride on an icy wind
[00:46.89]To places they're longing to go
[00:51.75]To places they're longing to go
[00:59.04]I remember the tall dark Irish rose
[01:04.14]Who held me in my limousine
[01:09.03]And slept with me under a burgundy quilt
[01:13.98]With sheets of silk in between
[01:16.59]Well, anyway, that's how it seemed
[01:21.18]I thought I wanted to marry him
[01:31.08]His face was sculpted by God
[01:36.03]His words were gentle and ever so true
[01:41.01]And soft as the Irish fog
[01:45.96]And lost in the Irish fog
[01:55.68]I remember the boy from the monastery
[02:00.84]Who wanted to be a monk
[02:05.67]But he brought flowers and wine to my room
[02:10.47]And we both got happily drunk
[02:15.45]And we both got perfectly drunk
[02:22.77]He laughed like the chimes of a silver bell
[02:27.87]His eyes were alexandrite blue
[02:32.61]He danced the t'ai chi with the grace of a deer
[02:37.53]And I wanted to marry him too
[02:42.45]Yes I wanted to marry him too
[02:49.74]There was that son of a dog from the Tennessee hills
[02:54.99]Kept telling me I was still young
[02:59.61]He spoke in pure southern and smoothed out the lines
[03:04.11]Round my eyes saying I was the one
[03:07.71]Forever that I'd be the one
[03:17.10]He drank and he cussed and he wrote his own songs
[03:21.99]He was very much on the go
[03:26.94]We followed each other for over a year
[03:32.19]I couldn't have married him though
[03:36.57]So we just lived in sin on the road
[03:48.84]There was that black eyed beauty from Boston town
[03:54.54]Two days were never too long
[03:59.16]He stood by the mirror and picked out a rose
[04:04.11]But I already wrote him a song
[04:08.94]Yes, I already wrote him a song
[04:16.62]So here I sit with my basket of fruit
[04:21.75]And two finger bowls of glass
[04:26.58]I finished my bottle of Germany's best
[04:31.23]And concluded my thoughts on the past
[04:36.45]That love is a pain in the ass