| Song | Pussy Willow |
| Artist | Jethro Tull |
| Album | Live at Hammersmith 1984 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Anderson | |
| In the half-tone light of a young morning | |
| She sighs and shifts on the pillow. | |
| And across her face dancing, the first shadows fly | |
| To kiss the pussy willow. | |
| In her fairy-tale world she's a lost soul singing | |
| In a sad voice nobody hears. | |
| She waits in her castle of make-believing | |
| For her white knight to appear. | |
| Pusy willow --- down fur-lined avenue | |
| Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes. | |
| Runs for the train --- see, eight o'clock's coming | |
| Cutting dreams down to size again. | |
| Pussy willow --- down fur-lined avenue | |
| Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes. | |
| Runs from the train. hear her typewriter humming | |
| Cutting dreams down to size again. | |
| She longs for the east and a pale dress flowing | |
| An apartment in old mayfair. | |
| Or to fish the spey, spinning the first run of spring | |
| Or to die for a cause somewhere. | |
| Pussy willow --- down fur-lined avenue | |
| Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes. | |
| Runs from the train. hear her typewriter humming | |
| Cutting dreams down to size again. |
| zuo ci : Anderson | |
| In the halftone light of a young morning | |
| She sighs and shifts on the pillow. | |
| And across her face dancing, the first shadows fly | |
| To kiss the pussy willow. | |
| In her fairytale world she' s a lost soul singing | |
| In a sad voice nobody hears. | |
| She waits in her castle of makebelieving | |
| For her white knight to appear. | |
| Pusy willow down furlined avenue | |
| Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes. | |
| Runs for the train see, eight o' clock' s coming | |
| Cutting dreams down to size again. | |
| Pussy willow down furlined avenue | |
| Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes. | |
| Runs from the train. hear her typewriter humming | |
| Cutting dreams down to size again. | |
| She longs for the east and a pale dress flowing | |
| An apartment in old mayfair. | |
| Or to fish the spey, spinning the first run of spring | |
| Or to die for a cause somewhere. | |
| Pussy willow down furlined avenue | |
| Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes. | |
| Runs from the train. hear her typewriter humming | |
| Cutting dreams down to size again. |
| zuò cí : Anderson | |
| In the halftone light of a young morning | |
| She sighs and shifts on the pillow. | |
| And across her face dancing, the first shadows fly | |
| To kiss the pussy willow. | |
| In her fairytale world she' s a lost soul singing | |
| In a sad voice nobody hears. | |
| She waits in her castle of makebelieving | |
| For her white knight to appear. | |
| Pusy willow down furlined avenue | |
| Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes. | |
| Runs for the train see, eight o' clock' s coming | |
| Cutting dreams down to size again. | |
| Pussy willow down furlined avenue | |
| Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes. | |
| Runs from the train. hear her typewriter humming | |
| Cutting dreams down to size again. | |
| She longs for the east and a pale dress flowing | |
| An apartment in old mayfair. | |
| Or to fish the spey, spinning the first run of spring | |
| Or to die for a cause somewhere. | |
| Pussy willow down furlined avenue | |
| Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes. | |
| Runs from the train. hear her typewriter humming | |
| Cutting dreams down to size again. |