Hob Lyrics
| Song | Hob |
| Artist | Richard Dawson |
| Album | Peasant |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Richard Dawson |
| [00:00.488] | 作曲 : Richard Dawson |
| [00:00.976] [Verse 1] | |
| [00:48.110] | We ascended the foaming stair |
| [00:53.637] | To the mouth of the Hobthrush's cave |
| [01:00.405] | Decanted the hot wine from a nanny's throat |
| [01:06.934] | And placed loaves on the greasy stones |
| [01:12.926] | |
| [01:17.891] | Our baby's lips are blue |
| [01:24.057] | Our baby's eyes grow dim |
| [01:29.862] | Take it off! Take it off! Take it off - the whooping cough |
| [01:37.902] | And we'd be your eternal debtors |
| [01:45.072] | |
| [01:45.496] [Verse 2] | |
| [01:45.783] | As the doorway drew near our eldest appeared |
| [01:52.563] | With a bundle in her arms |
| [01:59.564] | It was clutching her tresses and nuzzling her breast |
| [02:07.810] | And the colour was returned |
| [02:15.056] | |
| [02:36.910] | I used to hold him in the palm of one hand |
| [02:43.232] | Now he's grown as tall as I am |
| [02:49.862] | With the face of his mother veiled in downy gold |
| [02:56.963] | On the broad shoulders of a man |
| [03:02.745] | |
| [03:07.943] [Verse 3] | |
| [03:08.408] | He is strong with the second sight |
| [03:13.629] | In these parts held in some renown |
| [03:20.209] | Using words not his own he veraciously foretold |
| [03:28.020] | Of a drought when the stream was bulging |
| [03:35.236] | |
| [03:39.726] | When the pictures become too real |
| [03:46.068] | He buries his nose in the bush of my beard |
| [03:52.948] | And gently pinches my earlobe between thumb and forefinger |
| [04:01.615] | Until the present is restored |
| [04:08.780] | |
| [04:09.116] [Verse 4] | |
| [04:09.448] | At the murmur of dawn there's a knock at the door |
| [04:16.396] | And a small man standing by |
| [04:24.360] | He is wearing a dogshide and flies for a crown |
| [04:32.117] | One good eye a sparkling well in his brow |
| [04:40.313] | I'd already acquainted myself of that voice |
| [04:49.283] | Before he'd even spoke: |
| [04:55.927] | |
| [04:57.135] | "I have come to collect what is rightfully owed |
| [05:06.236] | Rouse the boy from slept |
| [05:10.614] | Get him bathed and dressed |
| [05:15.566] | It is time he kept your end of the bargain" |
| [05:30.149] | |
| [05:31.216] | The bargain |
| [05:36.316] | The bargain |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Richard Dawson |
| [00:00.488] | zuo qu : Richard Dawson |
| [00:00.976] [Verse 1] | |
| [00:48.110] | We ascended the foaming stair |
| [00:53.637] | To the mouth of the Hobthrush' s cave |
| [01:00.405] | Decanted the hot wine from a nanny' s throat |
| [01:06.934] | And placed loaves on the greasy stones |
| [01:12.926] | |
| [01:17.891] | Our baby' s lips are blue |
| [01:24.057] | Our baby' s eyes grow dim |
| [01:29.862] | Take it off! Take it off! Take it off the whooping cough |
| [01:37.902] | And we' d be your eternal debtors |
| [01:45.072] | |
| [01:45.496] [Verse 2] | |
| [01:45.783] | As the doorway drew near our eldest appeared |
| [01:52.563] | With a bundle in her arms |
| [01:59.564] | It was clutching her tresses and nuzzling her breast |
| [02:07.810] | And the colour was returned |
| [02:15.056] | |
| [02:36.910] | I used to hold him in the palm of one hand |
| [02:43.232] | Now he' s grown as tall as I am |
| [02:49.862] | With the face of his mother veiled in downy gold |
| [02:56.963] | On the broad shoulders of a man |
| [03:02.745] | |
| [03:07.943] [Verse 3] | |
| [03:08.408] | He is strong with the second sight |
| [03:13.629] | In these parts held in some renown |
| [03:20.209] | Using words not his own he veraciously foretold |
| [03:28.020] | Of a drought when the stream was bulging |
| [03:35.236] | |
| [03:39.726] | When the pictures become too real |
| [03:46.068] | He buries his nose in the bush of my beard |
| [03:52.948] | And gently pinches my earlobe between thumb and forefinger |
| [04:01.615] | Until the present is restored |
| [04:08.780] | |
| [04:09.116] [Verse 4] | |
| [04:09.448] | At the murmur of dawn there' s a knock at the door |
| [04:16.396] | And a small man standing by |
| [04:24.360] | He is wearing a dogshide and flies for a crown |
| [04:32.117] | One good eye a sparkling well in his brow |
| [04:40.313] | I' d already acquainted myself of that voice |
| [04:49.283] | Before he' d even spoke: |
| [04:55.927] | |
| [04:57.135] | " I have come to collect what is rightfully owed |
| [05:06.236] | Rouse the boy from slept |
| [05:10.614] | Get him bathed and dressed |
| [05:15.566] | It is time he kept your end of the bargain" |
| [05:30.149] | |
| [05:31.216] | The bargain |
| [05:36.316] | The bargain |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Richard Dawson |
| [00:00.488] | zuò qǔ : Richard Dawson |
| [00:00.976] [Verse 1] | |
| [00:48.110] | We ascended the foaming stair |
| [00:53.637] | To the mouth of the Hobthrush' s cave |
| [01:00.405] | Decanted the hot wine from a nanny' s throat |
| [01:06.934] | And placed loaves on the greasy stones |
| [01:12.926] | |
| [01:17.891] | Our baby' s lips are blue |
| [01:24.057] | Our baby' s eyes grow dim |
| [01:29.862] | Take it off! Take it off! Take it off the whooping cough |
| [01:37.902] | And we' d be your eternal debtors |
| [01:45.072] | |
| [01:45.496] [Verse 2] | |
| [01:45.783] | As the doorway drew near our eldest appeared |
| [01:52.563] | With a bundle in her arms |
| [01:59.564] | It was clutching her tresses and nuzzling her breast |
| [02:07.810] | And the colour was returned |
| [02:15.056] | |
| [02:36.910] | I used to hold him in the palm of one hand |
| [02:43.232] | Now he' s grown as tall as I am |
| [02:49.862] | With the face of his mother veiled in downy gold |
| [02:56.963] | On the broad shoulders of a man |
| [03:02.745] | |
| [03:07.943] [Verse 3] | |
| [03:08.408] | He is strong with the second sight |
| [03:13.629] | In these parts held in some renown |
| [03:20.209] | Using words not his own he veraciously foretold |
| [03:28.020] | Of a drought when the stream was bulging |
| [03:35.236] | |
| [03:39.726] | When the pictures become too real |
| [03:46.068] | He buries his nose in the bush of my beard |
| [03:52.948] | And gently pinches my earlobe between thumb and forefinger |
| [04:01.615] | Until the present is restored |
| [04:08.780] | |
| [04:09.116] [Verse 4] | |
| [04:09.448] | At the murmur of dawn there' s a knock at the door |
| [04:16.396] | And a small man standing by |
| [04:24.360] | He is wearing a dogshide and flies for a crown |
| [04:32.117] | One good eye a sparkling well in his brow |
| [04:40.313] | I' d already acquainted myself of that voice |
| [04:49.283] | Before he' d even spoke: |
| [04:55.927] | |
| [04:57.135] | " I have come to collect what is rightfully owed |
| [05:06.236] | Rouse the boy from slept |
| [05:10.614] | Get him bathed and dressed |
| [05:15.566] | It is time he kept your end of the bargain" |
| [05:30.149] | |
| [05:31.216] | The bargain |
| [05:36.316] | The bargain |
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