The Ballad of Casey Deiss Lyrics

	作曲 : Phillips
	Phillips
	Twas a man of youthful features
	Twas a boy of sorrowful eyes
	Watching out but looking inward
	Tall and stately and full of life
	In his life he spoke but rarely
	In his mind he cried for light
	Painting perceptions trying to capture
	That which he saw in his questioning strife
	Once in Lisbon, twice in London
	Travelling around for all of his time
	Looking for and finding a goddess
	He took Diana to be his wife
	Of the children they'd begotten
	Two had died without knowing life
	And the third I know not whereof
	But if she lives, she will yet be kind
	Casey had a mark of simple value
	He had a star between his eyes
	In his hands he held an axe blade
	The Greek symbol of thunder and fire
	On a night when the heavens were crying
	He went down and took his blade
	Chopping wood to warm his hearthside
	The lightning came and my brother die
	Bring him no wine from faraway vineyards
	Tell him no tales of the canyon's might
	But wish him peace and eternal wisdom
	For he has died and he died in light

	zuo qu : Phillips
	Phillips
	Twas a man of youthful features
	Twas a boy of sorrowful eyes
	Watching out but looking inward
	Tall and stately and full of life
	In his life he spoke but rarely
	In his mind he cried for light
	Painting perceptions trying to capture
	That which he saw in his questioning strife
	Once in Lisbon, twice in London
	Travelling around for all of his time
	Looking for and finding a goddess
	He took Diana to be his wife
	Of the children they' d begotten
	Two had died without knowing life
	And the third I know not whereof
	But if she lives, she will yet be kind
	Casey had a mark of simple value
	He had a star between his eyes
	In his hands he held an axe blade
	The Greek symbol of thunder and fire
	On a night when the heavens were crying
	He went down and took his blade
	Chopping wood to warm his hearthside
	The lightning came and my brother die
	Bring him no wine from faraway vineyards
	Tell him no tales of the canyon' s might
	But wish him peace and eternal wisdom
	For he has died and he died in light

	zuò qǔ : Phillips
	Phillips
	Twas a man of youthful features
	Twas a boy of sorrowful eyes
	Watching out but looking inward
	Tall and stately and full of life
	In his life he spoke but rarely
	In his mind he cried for light
	Painting perceptions trying to capture
	That which he saw in his questioning strife
	Once in Lisbon, twice in London
	Travelling around for all of his time
	Looking for and finding a goddess
	He took Diana to be his wife
	Of the children they' d begotten
	Two had died without knowing life
	And the third I know not whereof
	But if she lives, she will yet be kind
	Casey had a mark of simple value
	He had a star between his eyes
	In his hands he held an axe blade
	The Greek symbol of thunder and fire
	On a night when the heavens were crying
	He went down and took his blade
	Chopping wood to warm his hearthside
	The lightning came and my brother die
	Bring him no wine from faraway vineyards
	Tell him no tales of the canyon' s might
	But wish him peace and eternal wisdom
	For he has died and he died in light

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