| Song | Bayleaf |
| Artist | Stone Gossard |
| Album | Bayleaf |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Gossard | |
| Once this man I knew had a lovely song to sing to me | |
| All in three: one-two-wee was the way he sang | |
| With a southern twang, he?? | |
| A gentle man, we'd owe him | |
| From his dusty days though, he'd been split four ways | |
| Cut to the bone, left alone too many | |
| It only takes these memories to make me want...sigh... | |
| Ahh... | |
| You wanted to survive, had a notion to explain our way | |
| Pending grey and coldness | |
| Tried to woo him to me but the spell I cast was far too weak | |
| To break him free, who woe him | |
| He had a different dance, he had a different song | |
| He had a different sound to follow home | |
| But he didn't believe it | |
| He did not, bay leaf | |
| He didn't believe it | |
| He did not, bay leaf | |
| He didn't believe it at all | |
| He did not, bay leaf | |
| He didn't believe it | |
| He did not, bay leaf | |
| La la la la la... | |
| Well he didn't believe it | |
| He didn't believe it at all | |
| He did not, bay leaf | |
| He didn't believe it at all | |
| He did not, bay leaf | |
| He didn't believe it | |
| He did not, bay leaf | |
| Made his midnight stand with a pale fist | |
| He took a swing, sight unseen, he suffered | |
| Pulled his lover to him | |
| Made his will about the hands of fate | |
| A bit too late, to save him | |
| When he went back home and his mom would drown and mold | |
| He had a different mood, he had a different style | |
| He opened up his love so wide |
| zuo qu : Gossard | |
| Once this man I knew had a lovely song to sing to me | |
| All in three: onetwowee was the way he sang | |
| With a southern twang, he?? | |
| A gentle man, we' d owe him | |
| From his dusty days though, he' d been split four ways | |
| Cut to the bone, left alone too many | |
| It only takes these memories to make me want... sigh... | |
| Ahh... | |
| You wanted to survive, had a notion to explain our way | |
| Pending grey and coldness | |
| Tried to woo him to me but the spell I cast was far too weak | |
| To break him free, who woe him | |
| He had a different dance, he had a different song | |
| He had a different sound to follow home | |
| But he didn' t believe it | |
| He did not, bay leaf | |
| He didn' t believe it | |
| He did not, bay leaf | |
| He didn' t believe it at all | |
| He did not, bay leaf | |
| He didn' t believe it | |
| He did not, bay leaf | |
| La la la la la... | |
| Well he didn' t believe it | |
| He didn' t believe it at all | |
| He did not, bay leaf | |
| He didn' t believe it at all | |
| He did not, bay leaf | |
| He didn' t believe it | |
| He did not, bay leaf | |
| Made his midnight stand with a pale fist | |
| He took a swing, sight unseen, he suffered | |
| Pulled his lover to him | |
| Made his will about the hands of fate | |
| A bit too late, to save him | |
| When he went back home and his mom would drown and mold | |
| He had a different mood, he had a different style | |
| He opened up his love so wide |
| zuò qǔ : Gossard | |
| Once this man I knew had a lovely song to sing to me | |
| All in three: onetwowee was the way he sang | |
| With a southern twang, he?? | |
| A gentle man, we' d owe him | |
| From his dusty days though, he' d been split four ways | |
| Cut to the bone, left alone too many | |
| It only takes these memories to make me want... sigh... | |
| Ahh... | |
| You wanted to survive, had a notion to explain our way | |
| Pending grey and coldness | |
| Tried to woo him to me but the spell I cast was far too weak | |
| To break him free, who woe him | |
| He had a different dance, he had a different song | |
| He had a different sound to follow home | |
| But he didn' t believe it | |
| He did not, bay leaf | |
| He didn' t believe it | |
| He did not, bay leaf | |
| He didn' t believe it at all | |
| He did not, bay leaf | |
| He didn' t believe it | |
| He did not, bay leaf | |
| La la la la la... | |
| Well he didn' t believe it | |
| He didn' t believe it at all | |
| He did not, bay leaf | |
| He didn' t believe it at all | |
| He did not, bay leaf | |
| He didn' t believe it | |
| He did not, bay leaf | |
| Made his midnight stand with a pale fist | |
| He took a swing, sight unseen, he suffered | |
| Pulled his lover to him | |
| Made his will about the hands of fate | |
| A bit too late, to save him | |
| When he went back home and his mom would drown and mold | |
| He had a different mood, he had a different style | |
| He opened up his love so wide |