| Song | The Night Is A Blackbird |
| Artist | Augie March |
| Album | Strange Bird |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Richards | |
| Well it tastes like a Sunday, | |
| There should be music in the front room, | |
| and the markets a'milling with the people in the afternoon. | |
| And there's a question to be asked if you're drinking alone, | |
| It's what horse were you thrown from which riderless goes on? | |
| O it must have been a near thing, | |
| But no novelty to you, | |
| all the trains and the buses and the cinemas too, | |
| Breaking down, the bloody town, all reared up like a snake, | |
| For goodness sake don't touch it or you'll never wake up... | |
| His father misses him, His mother misses him, | |
| His lady dreams of kissing him, | |
| Bring the sun back, Bring the sun back, | |
| It's been dark, now it's cold, | |
| When the night falls, Bring the sun back, Bring the sun back, | |
| It's a blackbird, he's in the belly. | |
| Well it's cold, it's cold, it's cold and it's cold, | |
| But you've a roof over your head and a comfortable bed, | |
| Now I'll better, I'll be true, doing things like I ought to, | |
| If this bird lands in the black lands of Tulla when it's due... | |
| His father misses him, His mother misses him, | |
| His lady dreams of kissing him, | |
| Bring the sun back, Bring the sun back, | |
| It's been dark, now it's cold, | |
| When the night falls, | |
| Bring the sun back, Bring the sun back, | |
| It's a blackbird, he's in the belly, | |
| It's a blackbird, he's in the belly, | |
| The night's a blackbird, We're in the belly. |
| zuo qu : Richards | |
| Well it tastes like a Sunday, | |
| There should be music in the front room, | |
| and the markets a' milling with the people in the afternoon. | |
| And there' s a question to be asked if you' re drinking alone, | |
| It' s what horse were you thrown from which riderless goes on? | |
| O it must have been a near thing, | |
| But no novelty to you, | |
| all the trains and the buses and the cinemas too, | |
| Breaking down, the bloody town, all reared up like a snake, | |
| For goodness sake don' t touch it or you' ll never wake up... | |
| His father misses him, His mother misses him, | |
| His lady dreams of kissing him, | |
| Bring the sun back, Bring the sun back, | |
| It' s been dark, now it' s cold, | |
| When the night falls, Bring the sun back, Bring the sun back, | |
| It' s a blackbird, he' s in the belly. | |
| Well it' s cold, it' s cold, it' s cold and it' s cold, | |
| But you' ve a roof over your head and a comfortable bed, | |
| Now I' ll better, I' ll be true, doing things like I ought to, | |
| If this bird lands in the black lands of Tulla when it' s due... | |
| His father misses him, His mother misses him, | |
| His lady dreams of kissing him, | |
| Bring the sun back, Bring the sun back, | |
| It' s been dark, now it' s cold, | |
| When the night falls, | |
| Bring the sun back, Bring the sun back, | |
| It' s a blackbird, he' s in the belly, | |
| It' s a blackbird, he' s in the belly, | |
| The night' s a blackbird, We' re in the belly. |
| zuò qǔ : Richards | |
| Well it tastes like a Sunday, | |
| There should be music in the front room, | |
| and the markets a' milling with the people in the afternoon. | |
| And there' s a question to be asked if you' re drinking alone, | |
| It' s what horse were you thrown from which riderless goes on? | |
| O it must have been a near thing, | |
| But no novelty to you, | |
| all the trains and the buses and the cinemas too, | |
| Breaking down, the bloody town, all reared up like a snake, | |
| For goodness sake don' t touch it or you' ll never wake up... | |
| His father misses him, His mother misses him, | |
| His lady dreams of kissing him, | |
| Bring the sun back, Bring the sun back, | |
| It' s been dark, now it' s cold, | |
| When the night falls, Bring the sun back, Bring the sun back, | |
| It' s a blackbird, he' s in the belly. | |
| Well it' s cold, it' s cold, it' s cold and it' s cold, | |
| But you' ve a roof over your head and a comfortable bed, | |
| Now I' ll better, I' ll be true, doing things like I ought to, | |
| If this bird lands in the black lands of Tulla when it' s due... | |
| His father misses him, His mother misses him, | |
| His lady dreams of kissing him, | |
| Bring the sun back, Bring the sun back, | |
| It' s been dark, now it' s cold, | |
| When the night falls, | |
| Bring the sun back, Bring the sun back, | |
| It' s a blackbird, he' s in the belly, | |
| It' s a blackbird, he' s in the belly, | |
| The night' s a blackbird, We' re in the belly. |