| Song | Cactus Tree |
| Artist | Joni Mitchell |
| Album | Song to a Seagull |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Mitchell | |
| There's a man who's been out sailing | |
| In a decade full of dreams | |
| And he takes her to a schooner | |
| And he treats her like a queen | |
| Bearing beads from | |
| California | |
| With their amber stones and green | |
| He has called her from the harbor | |
| He has kissed her with his freedom | |
| He has heard her off to starboard | |
| In the breaking and the breathing | |
| Of the water weeds | |
| And she is so busy being free | |
| There's a man who's climbed a mountain | |
| And he's calling out her name | |
| And he hopes her heart can hear | |
| Three thousand miles he calls again | |
| He can think her there beside him | |
| He can miss her just the same | |
| He has missed her in the forest | |
| While he showed her all the flowers | |
| And the branches sang the chorus | |
| As he climbed the scaly towers | |
| Of a forest tree | |
| While she was somewhere being free | |
| There's a man who's sent a letter | |
| And he's waiting for reply | |
| He has asked her of her travels | |
| Since the day they said goodbye | |
| He writes, "Wish you were beside meWe can make it if we try" | |
| He has seen her at the office | |
| With her name on all his papers | |
| Through the sharing of the profits | |
| He will find it hard to shake her | |
| From his memory | |
| And she's off somewhere being free | |
| There's a lady in the city | |
| And she thinks she loves them all | |
| There's the one who's thinking of her | |
| And there's the one who sometimes calls | |
| There's the one who writes her letters | |
| With his facts and figures scrawl | |
| She has brought them to her senses | |
| They have laughed inside her laughter | |
| Now she rallies her defenses | |
| For she fears that one will ask her | |
| For eternity | |
| While she's much too busy being free | |
| There's a man who sends her medals | |
| He is bleeding from the war | |
| And there's a jouster and a jester | |
| And a man who owns a store | |
| There's a drummer and a dreamer | |
| And you know there may be more | |
| She will love them when she sees them | |
| They will lose her if they follow | |
| And she only means to please them | |
| And her heart is full and hollow | |
| Like a cactus tree | |
| While she's so busy being free |
| zuo ci : Mitchell | |
| There' s a man who' s been out sailing | |
| In a decade full of dreams | |
| And he takes her to a schooner | |
| And he treats her like a queen | |
| Bearing beads from | |
| California | |
| With their amber stones and green | |
| He has called her from the harbor | |
| He has kissed her with his freedom | |
| He has heard her off to starboard | |
| In the breaking and the breathing | |
| Of the water weeds | |
| And she is so busy being free | |
| There' s a man who' s climbed a mountain | |
| And he' s calling out her name | |
| And he hopes her heart can hear | |
| Three thousand miles he calls again | |
| He can think her there beside him | |
| He can miss her just the same | |
| He has missed her in the forest | |
| While he showed her all the flowers | |
| And the branches sang the chorus | |
| As he climbed the scaly towers | |
| Of a forest tree | |
| While she was somewhere being free | |
| There' s a man who' s sent a letter | |
| And he' s waiting for reply | |
| He has asked her of her travels | |
| Since the day they said goodbye | |
| He writes, " Wish you were beside meWe can make it if we try" | |
| He has seen her at the office | |
| With her name on all his papers | |
| Through the sharing of the profits | |
| He will find it hard to shake her | |
| From his memory | |
| And she' s off somewhere being free | |
| There' s a lady in the city | |
| And she thinks she loves them all | |
| There' s the one who' s thinking of her | |
| And there' s the one who sometimes calls | |
| There' s the one who writes her letters | |
| With his facts and figures scrawl | |
| She has brought them to her senses | |
| They have laughed inside her laughter | |
| Now she rallies her defenses | |
| For she fears that one will ask her | |
| For eternity | |
| While she' s much too busy being free | |
| There' s a man who sends her medals | |
| He is bleeding from the war | |
| And there' s a jouster and a jester | |
| And a man who owns a store | |
| There' s a drummer and a dreamer | |
| And you know there may be more | |
| She will love them when she sees them | |
| They will lose her if they follow | |
| And she only means to please them | |
| And her heart is full and hollow | |
| Like a cactus tree | |
| While she' s so busy being free |
| zuò cí : Mitchell | |
| There' s a man who' s been out sailing | |
| In a decade full of dreams | |
| And he takes her to a schooner | |
| And he treats her like a queen | |
| Bearing beads from | |
| California | |
| With their amber stones and green | |
| He has called her from the harbor | |
| He has kissed her with his freedom | |
| He has heard her off to starboard | |
| In the breaking and the breathing | |
| Of the water weeds | |
| And she is so busy being free | |
| There' s a man who' s climbed a mountain | |
| And he' s calling out her name | |
| And he hopes her heart can hear | |
| Three thousand miles he calls again | |
| He can think her there beside him | |
| He can miss her just the same | |
| He has missed her in the forest | |
| While he showed her all the flowers | |
| And the branches sang the chorus | |
| As he climbed the scaly towers | |
| Of a forest tree | |
| While she was somewhere being free | |
| There' s a man who' s sent a letter | |
| And he' s waiting for reply | |
| He has asked her of her travels | |
| Since the day they said goodbye | |
| He writes, " Wish you were beside meWe can make it if we try" | |
| He has seen her at the office | |
| With her name on all his papers | |
| Through the sharing of the profits | |
| He will find it hard to shake her | |
| From his memory | |
| And she' s off somewhere being free | |
| There' s a lady in the city | |
| And she thinks she loves them all | |
| There' s the one who' s thinking of her | |
| And there' s the one who sometimes calls | |
| There' s the one who writes her letters | |
| With his facts and figures scrawl | |
| She has brought them to her senses | |
| They have laughed inside her laughter | |
| Now she rallies her defenses | |
| For she fears that one will ask her | |
| For eternity | |
| While she' s much too busy being free | |
| There' s a man who sends her medals | |
| He is bleeding from the war | |
| And there' s a jouster and a jester | |
| And a man who owns a store | |
| There' s a drummer and a dreamer | |
| And you know there may be more | |
| She will love them when she sees them | |
| They will lose her if they follow | |
| And she only means to please them | |
| And her heart is full and hollow | |
| Like a cactus tree | |
| While she' s so busy being free |