| Song | One Stage Before |
| Artist | Al Stewart |
| Album | The Essential |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Stewart | |
| It seems to me as though | |
| I've been upon this stage before | |
| And juggled away the night for the same old crowd | |
| These harlequins you see with me, they too have held the floor | |
| As here once again they strut and they fret their hour | |
| I see those half-familiar faces in the second row | |
| Ghost-like with the footlights in their eyes | |
| But where or when we met like this last time | |
| I just don't know | |
| It's like a chord that rings and never dies | |
| For infinity | |
| And now these figures in the wings with all their restless tunes | |
| Are waiting around for someone to call their names | |
| They walk the backstage corridors and prowl the dressing-rooms | |
| And vanish to specks of light in the picture-frames | |
| But did they move upon the stage a thousand years ago | |
| In some play in | |
| Paris or Madrid? | |
| And was I there among them then, in some travelling show | |
| And is it all still locked inside my head | |
| For infinity | |
| And some of you are harmonies to all the notes | |
| I play Although we may not meet still you know me well | |
| While others talk in secret keys and transpose all | |
| I say And nothing | |
| I do or try can get through the spell | |
| So one more time we'll dim the lights and ring the curtain up | |
| And play again like all the times before | |
| But far behind the music you can almost hear the sounds | |
| Of laughter like the waves upon the shores | |
| Of infinity |
| zuo ci : Stewart | |
| It seems to me as though | |
| I' ve been upon this stage before | |
| And juggled away the night for the same old crowd | |
| These harlequins you see with me, they too have held the floor | |
| As here once again they strut and they fret their hour | |
| I see those halffamiliar faces in the second row | |
| Ghostlike with the footlights in their eyes | |
| But where or when we met like this last time | |
| I just don' t know | |
| It' s like a chord that rings and never dies | |
| For infinity | |
| And now these figures in the wings with all their restless tunes | |
| Are waiting around for someone to call their names | |
| They walk the backstage corridors and prowl the dressingrooms | |
| And vanish to specks of light in the pictureframes | |
| But did they move upon the stage a thousand years ago | |
| In some play in | |
| Paris or Madrid? | |
| And was I there among them then, in some travelling show | |
| And is it all still locked inside my head | |
| For infinity | |
| And some of you are harmonies to all the notes | |
| I play Although we may not meet still you know me well | |
| While others talk in secret keys and transpose all | |
| I say And nothing | |
| I do or try can get through the spell | |
| So one more time we' ll dim the lights and ring the curtain up | |
| And play again like all the times before | |
| But far behind the music you can almost hear the sounds | |
| Of laughter like the waves upon the shores | |
| Of infinity |
| zuò cí : Stewart | |
| It seems to me as though | |
| I' ve been upon this stage before | |
| And juggled away the night for the same old crowd | |
| These harlequins you see with me, they too have held the floor | |
| As here once again they strut and they fret their hour | |
| I see those halffamiliar faces in the second row | |
| Ghostlike with the footlights in their eyes | |
| But where or when we met like this last time | |
| I just don' t know | |
| It' s like a chord that rings and never dies | |
| For infinity | |
| And now these figures in the wings with all their restless tunes | |
| Are waiting around for someone to call their names | |
| They walk the backstage corridors and prowl the dressingrooms | |
| And vanish to specks of light in the pictureframes | |
| But did they move upon the stage a thousand years ago | |
| In some play in | |
| Paris or Madrid? | |
| And was I there among them then, in some travelling show | |
| And is it all still locked inside my head | |
| For infinity | |
| And some of you are harmonies to all the notes | |
| I play Although we may not meet still you know me well | |
| While others talk in secret keys and transpose all | |
| I say And nothing | |
| I do or try can get through the spell | |
| So one more time we' ll dim the lights and ring the curtain up | |
| And play again like all the times before | |
| But far behind the music you can almost hear the sounds | |
| Of laughter like the waves upon the shores | |
| Of infinity |