Where are all the joys of yesterday?
Where, now, is the happiness and laughter that we shared?
Gone, like our childhood dreams,
time is a thief, and he ravages our gardens,
stripping saplings, felling trees,
trampling on our flowers,
sucking sap and drying seeds.
In the midnight candle-light of experience
all colour fades, green fingers grey.
Time, alone, shall murder all the flowers,
still, there's time to share our plots and all that we call 'ours'.
How much worse, then, if we all deny each others' needs
and keep our gardens privately?
Its getting colder, wind and rain leave gashes;
looking back, I only see the friends I've lost.
Fires smoulder, raking through the ashes
my hands are dirty, my mind is numb,
I count the cost of 'I':
"I need to get on, I've got to tend my garden;
got to shut you out, no time to crave your pardon now".
Now I see the garden that I've grown is
just the same as those outside;
the fences that, erected to protect, simply divide....
There's ruination everywhere,
the weather has played havoc with the grass...
does anyone believe his garden's really going to last?
In the time allotted us, can any man keep miserly his own?
Is there any pleasure in a solitary growth?
Come and see my garden if you will,
I'd like someone to see it all before each root is killed.
tear down the walls, if it's not too late!
There is so much sorrow in the world,
there is so much emptiness and heartbreak and pain.
Somewhere on the road we have all taken a wrong turn...
how can we build the right path again?
Through the grief, through the pain,
our flowers need each other's rain....
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:00.61]Where are all the joys of yesterday?
[00:11.38]Where, now, is the happiness and laughter that we shared?
[00:21.06]Gone, like our childhood dreams,
[00:29.68]time is a thief, and he ravages our gardens,
[00:39.28]stripping saplings, felling trees,
[00:46.86]trampling on our flowers,
[00:48.75]sucking sap and drying seeds.
[00:55.85]In the midnight candle-light of experience
[01:04.14]all colour fades, green fingers grey.
[01:20.47]Time, alone, shall murder all the flowers,
[01:27.92]still, there's time to share our plots and all that we call 'ours'.
[01:37.15]How much worse, then, if we all deny each others' needs
[01:45.99]and keep our gardens privately?
[01:54.18]Its getting colder, wind and rain leave gashes;
[01:58.27]looking back, I only see the friends I've lost.
[02:04.31]Fires smoulder, raking through the ashes
[02:07.71]my hands are dirty, my mind is numb,
[02:10.64]I count the cost of 'I':
[02:17.27]"I need to get on, I've got to tend my garden;
[02:21.23]got to shut you out, no time to crave your pardon now".
[02:42.46]Now I see the garden that I've grown is
[02:45.46]just the same as those outside;
[02:51.21]the fences that, erected to protect, simply divide....
[03:00.50]There's ruination everywhere,
[03:02.32]the weather has played havoc with the grass...
[03:08.21]does anyone believe his garden's really going to last?
[03:17.48]In the time allotted us, can any man keep miserly his own?
[03:24.63]Is there any pleasure in a solitary growth?
[04:20.87]Come and see my garden if you will,
[04:28.87]I'd like someone to see it all before each root is killed.
[04:51.21]tear down the walls, if it's not too late!
[05:07.09]There is so much sorrow in the world,
[05:14.42]there is so much emptiness and heartbreak and pain.
[05:23.78]Somewhere on the road we have all taken a wrong turn...
[05:32.22]how can we build the right path again?
[05:48.60]Through the grief, through the pain,
[06:01.29]our flowers need each other's rain....
Where are all the joys of yesterday?
Where, now, is the happiness and laughter that we shared?
Gone, like our childhood dreams,
time is a thief, and he ravages our gardens,
stripping saplings, felling trees,
trampling on our flowers,
sucking sap and drying seeds.
In the midnight candle-light of experience
all colour fades, green fingers grey.
Time, alone, shall murder all the flowers,
still, there's time to share our plots and all that we call 'ours'.
How much worse, then, if we all deny each others' needs
and keep our gardens privately?
Its getting colder, wind and rain leave gashes;
looking back, I only see the friends I've lost.
Fires smoulder, raking through the ashes
my hands are dirty, my mind is numb,
I count the cost of 'I':
"I need to get on, I've got to tend my garden;
got to shut you out, no time to crave your pardon now".
Now I see the garden that I've grown is
just the same as those outside;
the fences that, erected to protect, simply divide....
There's ruination everywhere,
the weather has played havoc with the grass...
does anyone believe his garden's really going to last?
In the time allotted us, can any man keep miserly his own?
Is there any pleasure in a solitary growth?
Come and see my garden if you will,
I'd like someone to see it all before each root is killed.
tear down the walls, if it's not too late!
There is so much sorrow in the world,
there is so much emptiness and heartbreak and pain.
Somewhere on the road we have all taken a wrong turn...
how can we build the right path again?
Through the grief, through the pain,
our flowers need each other's rain....
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:00.61]Where are all the joys of yesterday?
[00:11.38]Where, now, is the happiness and laughter that we shared?
[00:21.06]Gone, like our childhood dreams,
[00:29.68]time is a thief, and he ravages our gardens,
[00:39.28]stripping saplings, felling trees,
[00:46.86]trampling on our flowers,
[00:48.75]sucking sap and drying seeds.
[00:55.85]In the midnight candle-light of experience
[01:04.14]all colour fades, green fingers grey.
[01:20.47]Time, alone, shall murder all the flowers,
[01:27.92]still, there's time to share our plots and all that we call 'ours'.
[01:37.15]How much worse, then, if we all deny each others' needs
[01:45.99]and keep our gardens privately?
[01:54.18]Its getting colder, wind and rain leave gashes;
[01:58.27]looking back, I only see the friends I've lost.
[02:04.31]Fires smoulder, raking through the ashes
[02:07.71]my hands are dirty, my mind is numb,
[02:10.64]I count the cost of 'I':
[02:17.27]"I need to get on, I've got to tend my garden;
[02:21.23]got to shut you out, no time to crave your pardon now".
[02:42.46]Now I see the garden that I've grown is
[02:45.46]just the same as those outside;
[02:51.21]the fences that, erected to protect, simply divide....
[03:00.50]There's ruination everywhere,
[03:02.32]the weather has played havoc with the grass...
[03:08.21]does anyone believe his garden's really going to last?
[03:17.48]In the time allotted us, can any man keep miserly his own?
[03:24.63]Is there any pleasure in a solitary growth?
[04:20.87]Come and see my garden if you will,
[04:28.87]I'd like someone to see it all before each root is killed.
[04:51.21]tear down the walls, if it's not too late!
[05:07.09]There is so much sorrow in the world,
[05:14.42]there is so much emptiness and heartbreak and pain.
[05:23.78]Somewhere on the road we have all taken a wrong turn...
[05:32.22]how can we build the right path again?
[05:48.60]Through the grief, through the pain,
[06:01.29]our flowers need each other's rain....
Once, all the stars in the sky were bright,
now they're red and fading
and all the colours we wore, the shades that we bore
have moved.
And the gold t...
Been on every stage
In every place
Been around the world and back again
A million times
But some things
They never change
No matter what i do it's alw...
He made a bit of money,
that's something you might like to know...
He'll be drinking in the cafe on the corner
after the show.
he wore them all like p...
Sleep Now （Digital Remaster）-Peter Hammill
Sleep now:
Another day in your young lives is done
Go to sleep now
Tomorrow brave new worlds will surely co...
Won't hear a sound at Porton Down,
the clear liquids keep their silence,
buried underground at Porton Down
the fast form of the final violence.
Quite ...
To the city beat on a treacherous curve,
up upon the high wire you're observed –
you live as you live, you'll get what you deserve:
High life, dig tho...
She's here now, perfume coiled like a thuggie scarf –
such a powerful drug to make you so naked and clean.
And you want to tell her
so much to disclos...
Sometimes it's very scary here,
Sometimes it's very sad,
Sometimes I think I'll disappear;
Betimes I think I have.
There's a line snaking down my mirr...
Jericho's strange, throbbing with life at its heart
Foundations are shattered in the city
inside the barricaded doors;
hiding behind their walls, lone...