England 1914-Ralph McTell

[00:00.000] 作词 : McTell [00:09.03]Night stirs her inky finger [00:13.08]In the water of the day, [00:17.74]The tired sun drops slowly in the sky. [00:25.71]And everywhere the gentle air [00:30.26]Hangs heavy with the day song [00:35.06]Evening calls the lamplight out to come. [00:43.10]Children's wooden hoops [00:46.80]Go clattering down the street [00:51.15]Soon they're called inside, it's getting late. [00:59.23]The grand canal [01:02.36]Now splashed with red [01:04.08]Reflects on swallows wings. [01:07.91]The lamplighter knows the song [01:12.02]The evening sings. [01:15.80]But the gas-lamps stand like soldiers [01:19.88]Hiss warnings to the wind [01:24.30]Their evening vespers prophicy a war. [01:32.46]The world divides [01:35.00]And men take sides [01:37.30]The spark bursts into flame [01:41.18]Nothing can be quite the same again. [01:49.69]Dog barks in the distance [01:53.51]Child cries in her sleep [01:57.93]Night waits for the dawn with baited breath. [02:05.86]The old school, the old rule [02:10.43]Rung out on a muffinman's bell [02:15.02]The lamplighter has made his nightly call. [02:23.77]Dreams of hope and peace [02:27.03]Sent clattering down the streets [02:31.77]Empty like the promises they made. [02:39.80]The wars rage on, and different wrongs [02:44.06]Will someone please explain [02:48.27]That peace is not the lamplighter [02:52.52]'Cos he's not coming back again.