| Song | The Soapmakers |
| Artist | Clutch |
| Album | The Elephant Riders |
| 作词 : Clutch | |
| Behind the Cliffside Inn, | |
| I heard a fiddle and a mandolin, | |
| keeping rhythm on an old washboard | |
| and stomping on the floor. | |
| Saw people of all sorts | |
| dancing 'round in twos and fours, | |
| caroling about days of old, | |
| and what the future holds. | |
| In the middle was a big cauldron | |
| that they were stirring, stirring, | |
| and there were trees around | |
| that they kept burning, burning. | |
| I asked a toothless man | |
| who all these people were, and | |
| he said, "The soapmakers, | |
| and we are working, working." | |
| As they stirred Heaven and Earth, they combined to one, | |
| and everything was everyone and each one was all. | |
| As they stirred I heard a trumpet call, | |
| and everything was everyone and each one was all. | |
| As they stirred Heaven and Earth, they combined to one, | |
| and everything was everyone and each one was all. | |
| As they stirred I heard a trumpet call, | |
| and everything was everyone and each one was all. |
| zuò cí : Clutch | |
| Behind the Cliffside Inn, | |
| I heard a fiddle and a mandolin, | |
| keeping rhythm on an old washboard | |
| and stomping on the floor. | |
| Saw people of all sorts | |
| dancing ' round in twos and fours, | |
| caroling about days of old, | |
| and what the future holds. | |
| In the middle was a big cauldron | |
| that they were stirring, stirring, | |
| and there were trees around | |
| that they kept burning, burning. | |
| I asked a toothless man | |
| who all these people were, and | |
| he said, " The soapmakers, | |
| and we are working, working." | |
| As they stirred Heaven and Earth, they combined to one, | |
| and everything was everyone and each one was all. | |
| As they stirred I heard a trumpet call, | |
| and everything was everyone and each one was all. | |
| As they stirred Heaven and Earth, they combined to one, | |
| and everything was everyone and each one was all. | |
| As they stirred I heard a trumpet call, | |
| and everything was everyone and each one was all. |