Maroondah Reservoir Lyrics

	作曲 : Richards
	To be,
	A bee, a moth.
	Four wings spread for the soft last touch
	Of glory sun,
	Remembering blood plums and lips and lemons -
	One hundred different suns
	In a hundred different heavens.
	Spied from a rowboat -
	Stroke, nought is spoken,
	Before you know it, the spell is broken,
	You might wonder where you are,
	Floating on the reservoir.
	I have counted the notes
	We landed here not many years ago
	And it was not a pretty song that we composed:
	La, la, la, the early bird he knows,
	You hang from the cherry bough
	When you're lichen yourself, and leave -
	The cold cold scent of stone and mulch,
	The great stone wall to stave the rush,
	To think that peace might be too much,
	Waiting for that giant touch...
	The lake... the fir-fringed lake -
	Placid and ample, birded, breezed and dappled
	Through the mountain break,
	Through the mountain break,
	A moment take, a moment, a moment...
	You might wonder where you are,
	Perched up on the reservoir,
	Adolf in the white hotel,
	All this time we've been in hell,
	You might wonder where you are,
	Perched above the reservoir,
	Luis of the lake retire,
	Before they set the lake on fire
	Before they set the lake on fire
	Before they set the lake on fire

	zuo qu : Richards
	To be,
	A bee, a moth.
	Four wings spread for the soft last touch
	Of glory sun,
	Remembering blood plums and lips and lemons
	One hundred different suns
	In a hundred different heavens.
	Spied from a rowboat
	Stroke, nought is spoken,
	Before you know it, the spell is broken,
	You might wonder where you are,
	Floating on the reservoir.
	I have counted the notes
	We landed here not many years ago
	And it was not a pretty song that we composed:
	La, la, la, the early bird he knows,
	You hang from the cherry bough
	When you' re lichen yourself, and leave
	The cold cold scent of stone and mulch,
	The great stone wall to stave the rush,
	To think that peace might be too much,
	Waiting for that giant touch...
	The lake... the firfringed lake
	Placid and ample, birded, breezed and dappled
	Through the mountain break,
	Through the mountain break,
	A moment take, a moment, a moment...
	You might wonder where you are,
	Perched up on the reservoir,
	Adolf in the white hotel,
	All this time we' ve been in hell,
	You might wonder where you are,
	Perched above the reservoir,
	Luis of the lake retire,
	Before they set the lake on fire
	Before they set the lake on fire
	Before they set the lake on fire

	zuò qǔ : Richards
	To be,
	A bee, a moth.
	Four wings spread for the soft last touch
	Of glory sun,
	Remembering blood plums and lips and lemons
	One hundred different suns
	In a hundred different heavens.
	Spied from a rowboat
	Stroke, nought is spoken,
	Before you know it, the spell is broken,
	You might wonder where you are,
	Floating on the reservoir.
	I have counted the notes
	We landed here not many years ago
	And it was not a pretty song that we composed:
	La, la, la, the early bird he knows,
	You hang from the cherry bough
	When you' re lichen yourself, and leave
	The cold cold scent of stone and mulch,
	The great stone wall to stave the rush,
	To think that peace might be too much,
	Waiting for that giant touch...
	The lake... the firfringed lake
	Placid and ample, birded, breezed and dappled
	Through the mountain break,
	Through the mountain break,
	A moment take, a moment, a moment...
	You might wonder where you are,
	Perched up on the reservoir,
	Adolf in the white hotel,
	All this time we' ve been in hell,
	You might wonder where you are,
	Perched above the reservoir,
	Luis of the lake retire,
	Before they set the lake on fire
	Before they set the lake on fire
	Before they set the lake on fire

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