| Song | Slow Moon's Rose |
| Artist | Slapp Happy |
| Album | Casablanca Moon |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Moore | |
| Now that the slow moons rose | |
| On a silver trellis grows, | |
| Where arctic rivers froze, | |
| Now that the ocean is frozen in motion, | |
| Snow morning comes. | |
| And the birds on the wing | |
| Have nothing left to sing | |
| Blown in blue glass like a schooner held fast on the ice. | |
| Besides that river where I picked, the slow moons rose - | |
| I watched the evening wither with a jewel at the end of my nose. | |
| Tell-tale snails leave their trails, | |
| Running from hunters' black blunderbuss under the sun. |
| zuo ci : Moore | |
| Now that the slow moons rose | |
| On a silver trellis grows, | |
| Where arctic rivers froze, | |
| Now that the ocean is frozen in motion, | |
| Snow morning comes. | |
| And the birds on the wing | |
| Have nothing left to sing | |
| Blown in blue glass like a schooner held fast on the ice. | |
| Besides that river where I picked, the slow moons rose | |
| I watched the evening wither with a jewel at the end of my nose. | |
| Telltale snails leave their trails, | |
| Running from hunters' black blunderbuss under the sun. |
| zuò cí : Moore | |
| Now that the slow moons rose | |
| On a silver trellis grows, | |
| Where arctic rivers froze, | |
| Now that the ocean is frozen in motion, | |
| Snow morning comes. | |
| And the birds on the wing | |
| Have nothing left to sing | |
| Blown in blue glass like a schooner held fast on the ice. | |
| Besides that river where I picked, the slow moons rose | |
| I watched the evening wither with a jewel at the end of my nose. | |
| Telltale snails leave their trails, | |
| Running from hunters' black blunderbuss under the sun. |