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....
Drawing back the curtains,
Sluggish city daylight in the afternoon...
Just before you walk out of the hotel room.
Each time we're so close I assume
Th...
i) Flying Blind
I always forget how crazy things are
so sometimes it catches me off my guard
when they make sense.
The line on the road trail the arro...
(Oh-Oh-Ooh...)
(Oh-Oh-Ooh...)
You might lose your faith in science
You might lose your faith in wealth
You might lose your faith in Jesus, oh
Or lose...
I found myself lying on the balcony,
stripling terror, naked to the bone;
the secret asteroid jungle nearly done for me –
I saw it all just a moment a...
Summer song in the autumn,
for you didn't catch the colour of the falling leaves.
which you didn't understand and so couldn't believe.
And the song th...
A brand new baby was born yesterday
Just in time
Papa cried, baby cried
Said your tears are like mine
I heard some words
From a friend on the phone
Th...
Willie, what can I say to you
to hold true in your changing life?
You've come into a cruel world;
little girls can lose their way in the growing night...
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...