| Song | The Hitchhikers' Song |
| Artist | Joan Baez |
| Album | Blessed Are... |
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| 作词 : Baez | |
| (Words and Music by Joan Baez) | |
| When the mist rolls in on Highway One | |
| like a curtain to the day | |
| A thousand silhouettes hold out their thumbs | |
| and I see them and I say | |
| You are my children | |
| my sweet children | |
| I am your poet. | |
| With hair just like the burning tree of Moses | |
| the girl beside you is your twin | |
| Behind your fiery make-up you should know this | |
| I am your sister, I am your kin, your flesh and kin | |
| I'll write this tune | |
| in matching phrases | |
| just to show it | |
| You are the orphans in an age | |
| of no tomorrows | |
| and with your walking you wage a war | |
| against the sorrows | |
| Your fathers left you | |
| a row to hoe | |
| and you'll hoe it. | |
| If I could write you easy directions | |
| on a list | |
| you would not read it, you could not see it | |
| for the mist | |
| Besides my pen is | |
| very righteous | |
| and I know it. | |
| So walk to the edges of a dying kingdom | |
| There's one more summer just around the bend | |
| The amber in your smile is brave and winsome | |
| for though your highway has no end, it never ends | |
| There is still the sky | |
| the windy cliff | |
| and the sea below it | |
| I'd take an angel's ram horn trumpet | |
| and I'd blow it | |
| I'd blow it. | |
| © 1970, 1971 Chandos Music (ASCAP) |
| zuo ci : Baez | |
| Words and Music by Joan Baez | |
| When the mist rolls in on Highway One | |
| like a curtain to the day | |
| A thousand silhouettes hold out their thumbs | |
| and I see them and I say | |
| You are my children | |
| my sweet children | |
| I am your poet. | |
| With hair just like the burning tree of Moses | |
| the girl beside you is your twin | |
| Behind your fiery makeup you should know this | |
| I am your sister, I am your kin, your flesh and kin | |
| I' ll write this tune | |
| in matching phrases | |
| just to show it | |
| You are the orphans in an age | |
| of no tomorrows | |
| and with your walking you wage a war | |
| against the sorrows | |
| Your fathers left you | |
| a row to hoe | |
| and you' ll hoe it. | |
| If I could write you easy directions | |
| on a list | |
| you would not read it, you could not see it | |
| for the mist | |
| Besides my pen is | |
| very righteous | |
| and I know it. | |
| So walk to the edges of a dying kingdom | |
| There' s one more summer just around the bend | |
| The amber in your smile is brave and winsome | |
| for though your highway has no end, it never ends | |
| There is still the sky | |
| the windy cliff | |
| and the sea below it | |
| I' d take an angel' s ram horn trumpet | |
| and I' d blow it | |
| I' d blow it. | |
| 1970, 1971 Chandos Music ASCAP |
| zuò cí : Baez | |
| Words and Music by Joan Baez | |
| When the mist rolls in on Highway One | |
| like a curtain to the day | |
| A thousand silhouettes hold out their thumbs | |
| and I see them and I say | |
| You are my children | |
| my sweet children | |
| I am your poet. | |
| With hair just like the burning tree of Moses | |
| the girl beside you is your twin | |
| Behind your fiery makeup you should know this | |
| I am your sister, I am your kin, your flesh and kin | |
| I' ll write this tune | |
| in matching phrases | |
| just to show it | |
| You are the orphans in an age | |
| of no tomorrows | |
| and with your walking you wage a war | |
| against the sorrows | |
| Your fathers left you | |
| a row to hoe | |
| and you' ll hoe it. | |
| If I could write you easy directions | |
| on a list | |
| you would not read it, you could not see it | |
| for the mist | |
| Besides my pen is | |
| very righteous | |
| and I know it. | |
| So walk to the edges of a dying kingdom | |
| There' s one more summer just around the bend | |
| The amber in your smile is brave and winsome | |
| for though your highway has no end, it never ends | |
| There is still the sky | |
| the windy cliff | |
| and the sea below it | |
| I' d take an angel' s ram horn trumpet | |
| and I' d blow it | |
| I' d blow it. | |
| 1970, 1971 Chandos Music ASCAP |