| Song | Death Singing |
| Artist | Patti Smith |
| Album | Peace & Noise |
| 作词 : Smith | |
| In the straw colored light | |
| In light rapidly changing | |
| On a life rapidly fading | |
| Have you seen death singin'? | |
| Have you seen death singin'? | |
| With a throat smooth as a lamb | |
| Yet dry as a branch not snapping | |
| He throws back his head | |
| And he does not sing a thing mournful | |
| Have you seen death singin'? | |
| Have you seen death singin'? | |
| Have you seen death singin'? | |
| In the straw colored light | |
| He sings a black embrace | |
| And white opals swimming | |
| In a child's leather purse | |
| Have you seen death swimming? | |
| Have you seen death swimming? | |
| With a throat smooth as a lamb | |
| Yet dry as a branch not snapping | |
| He throws back his head | |
| And he does not sing a thing mournful | |
| Have you seen death singin'? | |
| Have you seen death singin'? | |
| Have you seen death singin'? | |
| In the straw colored light | |
| Have you seen death singin'? | |
| Have you seen death singin'? | |
| Have you seen death singin'? | |
| In the straw colored light | |
| He sings of youth enraged | |
| And the burning of | |
| AtlantaAnd these viral times | |
| And may ribbons streaming | |
| And the straw colored curls are turning | |
| A mother's vain delight | |
| And woe to the sun | |
| And woe to the dawn | |
| And woe to the young | |
| Another hearse is drawn | |
| Have you seen death singin'? | |
| Have you seen death singin'? | |
| Have you seen death singin'? | |
| In the straw colored light |
| zuò cí : Smith | |
| In the straw colored light | |
| In light rapidly changing | |
| On a life rapidly fading | |
| Have you seen death singin'? | |
| Have you seen death singin'? | |
| With a throat smooth as a lamb | |
| Yet dry as a branch not snapping | |
| He throws back his head | |
| And he does not sing a thing mournful | |
| Have you seen death singin'? | |
| Have you seen death singin'? | |
| Have you seen death singin'? | |
| In the straw colored light | |
| He sings a black embrace | |
| And white opals swimming | |
| In a child' s leather purse | |
| Have you seen death swimming? | |
| Have you seen death swimming? | |
| With a throat smooth as a lamb | |
| Yet dry as a branch not snapping | |
| He throws back his head | |
| And he does not sing a thing mournful | |
| Have you seen death singin'? | |
| Have you seen death singin'? | |
| Have you seen death singin'? | |
| In the straw colored light | |
| Have you seen death singin'? | |
| Have you seen death singin'? | |
| Have you seen death singin'? | |
| In the straw colored light | |
| He sings of youth enraged | |
| And the burning of | |
| AtlantaAnd these viral times | |
| And may ribbons streaming | |
| And the straw colored curls are turning | |
| A mother' s vain delight | |
| And woe to the sun | |
| And woe to the dawn | |
| And woe to the young | |
| Another hearse is drawn | |
| Have you seen death singin'? | |
| Have you seen death singin'? | |
| Have you seen death singin'? | |
| In the straw colored light |