| Song | This Was Pompeii |
| Artist | Dar Williams |
| Album | Mortal City |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Williams | |
| I am thinking about the woman in a century of peace, | |
| On a bright mosaic she is washing on her knees, | |
| And she looks up at the black sky beyond the mountain tall, | |
| She says, 'Oh good, the rain is finally going to fall today.' | |
| This was Pompeii | |
| And everyone has memories of the night that melted stone, | |
| The neighbor's nightgown, the screaming on the phone, | |
| And the tired man at the station says, 'We can't tell who's alive, | |
| All we ever know is that the tourists survive.' | |
| 'Tra la, tra la,' they say, they say, | |
| 'Let's Go Pompeii.' | |
| And I think about Pompeii when I feel an end is near, | |
| Just before the rain and eveyr time you disappear, | |
| And I think about a teacup, suspended and half served, | |
| And all the scholars know is that it's perfectly preserved. | |
| 'Oh, oh,' that's all, they say, | |
| 'This was Pompeii.' | |
| And as for my on kingdom, not a table leg was charred, | |
| I simply lost my kingdom, 'cause I held it much too hard, | |
| Once I had a sadness, the sadness turned to trust, | |
| The trust turned into ashes and to lawyers and dust, | |
| A century, a day, | |
| This was Pompeii. |
| zuo ci : Williams | |
| I am thinking about the woman in a century of peace, | |
| On a bright mosaic she is washing on her knees, | |
| And she looks up at the black sky beyond the mountain tall, | |
| She says, ' Oh good, the rain is finally going to fall today.' | |
| This was Pompeii | |
| And everyone has memories of the night that melted stone, | |
| The neighbor' s nightgown, the screaming on the phone, | |
| And the tired man at the station says, ' We can' t tell who' s alive, | |
| All we ever know is that the tourists survive.' | |
| ' Tra la, tra la,' they say, they say, | |
| ' Let' s Go Pompeii.' | |
| And I think about Pompeii when I feel an end is near, | |
| Just before the rain and eveyr time you disappear, | |
| And I think about a teacup, suspended and half served, | |
| And all the scholars know is that it' s perfectly preserved. | |
| ' Oh, oh,' that' s all, they say, | |
| ' This was Pompeii.' | |
| And as for my on kingdom, not a table leg was charred, | |
| I simply lost my kingdom, ' cause I held it much too hard, | |
| Once I had a sadness, the sadness turned to trust, | |
| The trust turned into ashes and to lawyers and dust, | |
| A century, a day, | |
| This was Pompeii. |
| zuò cí : Williams | |
| I am thinking about the woman in a century of peace, | |
| On a bright mosaic she is washing on her knees, | |
| And she looks up at the black sky beyond the mountain tall, | |
| She says, ' Oh good, the rain is finally going to fall today.' | |
| This was Pompeii | |
| And everyone has memories of the night that melted stone, | |
| The neighbor' s nightgown, the screaming on the phone, | |
| And the tired man at the station says, ' We can' t tell who' s alive, | |
| All we ever know is that the tourists survive.' | |
| ' Tra la, tra la,' they say, they say, | |
| ' Let' s Go Pompeii.' | |
| And I think about Pompeii when I feel an end is near, | |
| Just before the rain and eveyr time you disappear, | |
| And I think about a teacup, suspended and half served, | |
| And all the scholars know is that it' s perfectly preserved. | |
| ' Oh, oh,' that' s all, they say, | |
| ' This was Pompeii.' | |
| And as for my on kingdom, not a table leg was charred, | |
| I simply lost my kingdom, ' cause I held it much too hard, | |
| Once I had a sadness, the sadness turned to trust, | |
| The trust turned into ashes and to lawyers and dust, | |
| A century, a day, | |
| This was Pompeii. |