Boy Cried Wolf Lyrics

	作词 : Smith
	作曲：Patti Smith
	Oh the story's told been told retold
	From the sacred scriptures to the
	tabloids
	All the fuss and fight none above a
	whisper
	The soul of gold the belly of a boy
	Well they drew him from the forest
	Like they draw blood
	Tied him to a tree like St. Sebastian
	And he turned his head and let the
	arrows fly
	Through the trees, the trees
	The ornamental leaves
	Boy cried wolf
	Wolf don't come
	Wolf within
	Boy cried wolf
	In the ancient mold they're dancing
	down
	Calling to the moon but it don't answer
	And they fell on their knees
	and passed the bowl around
	And the blood the blood the
	sacramental blood
	Boy cried wolf
	Wolf don't come
	Wolf within
	Boy cried wolf
	I am the body I am the stream
	I am the wake of everything
	They bring me flowers that are myself
	Garlands of blood that are myself
	Slain the lamb that is himself
	Torn reborn the cries of our dismay
	Are nothing to the wind but whose to
	mind
	Kings are lifted up and kings are thrown
	Lost received retrieved
	The human tide
	Innocence had its day
	Innocence had its day
	Innocence innocence

	zuo ci : Smith
	zuo qu: Patti Smith
	Oh the story' s told been told retold
	From the sacred scriptures to the
	tabloids
	All the fuss and fight none above a
	whisper
	The soul of gold the belly of a boy
	Well they drew him from the forest
	Like they draw blood
	Tied him to a tree like St. Sebastian
	And he turned his head and let the
	arrows fly
	Through the trees, the trees
	The ornamental leaves
	Boy cried wolf
	Wolf don' t come
	Wolf within
	Boy cried wolf
	In the ancient mold they' re dancing
	down
	Calling to the moon but it don' t answer
	And they fell on their knees
	and passed the bowl around
	And the blood the blood the
	sacramental blood
	Boy cried wolf
	Wolf don' t come
	Wolf within
	Boy cried wolf
	I am the body I am the stream
	I am the wake of everything
	They bring me flowers that are myself
	Garlands of blood that are myself
	Slain the lamb that is himself
	Torn reborn the cries of our dismay
	Are nothing to the wind but whose to
	mind
	Kings are lifted up and kings are thrown
	Lost received retrieved
	The human tide
	Innocence had its day
	Innocence had its day
	Innocence innocence

	zuò cí : Smith
	zuò qǔ: Patti Smith
	Oh the story' s told been told retold
	From the sacred scriptures to the
	tabloids
	All the fuss and fight none above a
	whisper
	The soul of gold the belly of a boy
	Well they drew him from the forest
	Like they draw blood
	Tied him to a tree like St. Sebastian
	And he turned his head and let the
	arrows fly
	Through the trees, the trees
	The ornamental leaves
	Boy cried wolf
	Wolf don' t come
	Wolf within
	Boy cried wolf
	In the ancient mold they' re dancing
	down
	Calling to the moon but it don' t answer
	And they fell on their knees
	and passed the bowl around
	And the blood the blood the
	sacramental blood
	Boy cried wolf
	Wolf don' t come
	Wolf within
	Boy cried wolf
	I am the body I am the stream
	I am the wake of everything
	They bring me flowers that are myself
	Garlands of blood that are myself
	Slain the lamb that is himself
	Torn reborn the cries of our dismay
	Are nothing to the wind but whose to
	mind
	Kings are lifted up and kings are thrown
	Lost received retrieved
	The human tide
	Innocence had its day
	Innocence had its day
	Innocence innocence

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