作词 : Bill Martin/Chip Douglas
作曲 : Bill Martin/Chip Douglas
With his fool's gold stacked up all around him
From a killing in the market on the war
The children left King Midas there, as they found him
In his counting house where nothing counts but more
And he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band
And the laughter from a distant caravan
And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand
Fading through the door into summer
With his travelogues of "maybe next year" places
As a trade-in for a name upon the door
And he pays for it with years he cannot buy back with his tears
When he finds out there's been no one keeping score
And he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band
And the laughter from a distant caravan
And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand
Fading through the door into summer
Yes he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band
And the laughter from a distant caravan
And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand
Fading through the door into summer
Fading through the door into summer
Fading through the door into summer
Fading through the door into summer
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LRC歌词版本
[00:00.000] 作词 : Bill Martin/Chip Douglas
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Bill Martin/Chip Douglas
[00:13.157]With his fool's gold stacked up all around him
[00:18.747]From a killing in the market on the war
[00:24.888]The children left King Midas there, as they found him
[00:30.980]In his counting house where nothing counts but more
[00:36.300]And he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band
[00:42.151]And the laughter from a distant caravan
[00:47.993]And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand
[00:54.666]Fading through the door into summer
[01:03.166]With his travelogues of "maybe next year" places
[01:08.734]As a trade-in for a name upon the door
[01:14.534]And he pays for it with years he cannot buy back with his tears
[01:20.656]When he finds out there's been no one keeping score
[01:26.247]And he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band
[01:31.830]And the laughter from a distant caravan
[01:37.933]And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand
[01:44.314]Fading through the door into summer
[01:52.813]Yes he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band
[01:58.665]And the laughter from a distant caravan
[02:04.250]And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand
[02:10.888]Fading through the door into summer
[02:22.574]Fading through the door into summer
[02:31.619]Fading through the door into summer
[02:40.112]Fading through the door into summer
作词 : Bill Martin/Chip Douglas
作曲 : Bill Martin/Chip Douglas
With his fool's gold stacked up all around him
From a killing in the market on the war
The children left King Midas there, as they found him
In his counting house where nothing counts but more
And he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band
And the laughter from a distant caravan
And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand
Fading through the door into summer
With his travelogues of "maybe next year" places
As a trade-in for a name upon the door
And he pays for it with years he cannot buy back with his tears
When he finds out there's been no one keeping score
And he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band
And the laughter from a distant caravan
And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand
Fading through the door into summer
Yes he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band
And the laughter from a distant caravan
And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand
Fading through the door into summer
Fading through the door into summer
Fading through the door into summer
Fading through the door into summer
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.000] 作词 : Bill Martin/Chip Douglas
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Bill Martin/Chip Douglas
[00:13.157]With his fool's gold stacked up all around him
[00:18.747]From a killing in the market on the war
[00:24.888]The children left King Midas there, as they found him
[00:30.980]In his counting house where nothing counts but more
[00:36.300]And he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band
[00:42.151]And the laughter from a distant caravan
[00:47.993]And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand
[00:54.666]Fading through the door into summer
[01:03.166]With his travelogues of "maybe next year" places
[01:08.734]As a trade-in for a name upon the door
[01:14.534]And he pays for it with years he cannot buy back with his tears
[01:20.656]When he finds out there's been no one keeping score
[01:26.247]And he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band
[01:31.830]And the laughter from a distant caravan
[01:37.933]And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand
[01:44.314]Fading through the door into summer
[01:52.813]Yes he thought he heard the echoes of a penny whistle band
[01:58.665]And the laughter from a distant caravan
[02:04.250]And the brightly painted line of circus wagons in the sand
[02:10.888]Fading through the door into summer
[02:22.574]Fading through the door into summer
[02:31.619]Fading through the door into summer
[02:40.112]Fading through the door into summer