[00:00.00] 作词 : Williamson
[00:09.11]Certainly the children have seen them,
[00:22.84]In quiet places where the moss grows green.
[00:27.56]Coloured shells jangle together,
[00:33.92]The wind is cold, the year is old, the trees whisper together
[00:39.60]And bend in the wind, they lean.
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[01:07.72]Next week a monkey is coming to stay.
[01:12.59]If I was a witches' hat,
[01:19.01]Sitting on her head like a paraffin stove,
[01:24.88]I'd fly away and be a bat,
[01:31.27]Across the air I would rove.
[01:36.31]Stepping like a tightrope walker,
[01:43.46]Putting one foot after another,
[01:48.79]Wearing black cherries for rings.
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