Winds Of The Old Days

Song Winds Of The Old Days
Artist Joan Baez
Album Diamonds & Rust

Lyrics

[00:00.00] 作曲 : Joan Baez
[00:01.00] 作词 : Baez
[00:08.589] The lady's adrift in a foreign land
[00:13.347] Singing on issues both humble and grand A
[00:17.549] decade flew past her and there on the page
[00:21.853] She read that the prince had returned to the stage
[00:28.413] Hovering near treacherous waters
[00:32.766] A friend saw her drifting and caught her
[00:37.376] Unguarded fantasies flying too far
[00:41.983] Memories tumbling like sweets from a jar And take me down to the harbor now Grapes of the summer are low on the bough
[00:57.141] Ghosts of my history will follow me there
[01:01.443] And the winds of the old days will blow through my hair
[01:15.576] Breath on an undying ember It doesn't take much to remember
[01:23.791] Those eloquent songs from the good old days
[01:28.144] That set us to marching with banners ablaze
[01:34.601] But reporters,there's no sense in prying
[01:39.258] Our blue-eyed son's been denying
[01:43.670] The truths that are wrapped in a mystery
[01:48.22] The sixties are over so set him free
[01:54.433] And take me down to the harbor now
[01:59.339] Grapes of the summer are low on the bough
[02:03.795] Ghosts of my history will follow me there
[02:08.97] And the winds of the old days will blow through my hair
[02:22.25] Why do I sit the autumnal judge
[02:26.276] Years of self-righteousness will not budge
[02:30.682] Singer or savior,it was his to choose
[02:36.539] Which of us knows what was his to lose
[02:41.843] Because idols are best when they're made of stone
[02:46.143] A savior's a nuisance to live with at home
[02:50.543] Stars often fall,heroes go unsung
[02:56.45] And martyrs most certainly die too young
[03:01.45] So thank you for writing the best songs
[03:06.46] Thank you for righting a few wrongs
[03:10.446] You're a savage gift on a wayward bus
[03:15.49] But you stepped down and you sang to us
[03:21.462] And get you down to the harbor now
[03:26.216] Most of the sour grapes are gone from the bough
[03:30.717] Ghosts of Johanna will visit you there
[03:34.828] And the winds of the old days will blow through your hair

Pinyin

[00:00.00] zuò qǔ : Joan Baez
[00:01.00] zuò cí : Baez
[00:08.589] The lady' s adrift in a foreign land
[00:13.347] Singing on issues both humble and grand A
[00:17.549] decade flew past her and there on the page
[00:21.853] She read that the prince had returned to the stage
[00:28.413] Hovering near treacherous waters
[00:32.766] A friend saw her drifting and caught her
[00:37.376] Unguarded fantasies flying too far
[00:41.983] Memories tumbling like sweets from a jar And take me down to the harbor now Grapes of the summer are low on the bough
[00:57.141] Ghosts of my history will follow me there
[01:01.443] And the winds of the old days will blow through my hair
[01:15.576] Breath on an undying ember It doesn' t take much to remember
[01:23.791] Those eloquent songs from the good old days
[01:28.144] That set us to marching with banners ablaze
[01:34.601] But reporters, there' s no sense in prying
[01:39.258] Our blueeyed son' s been denying
[01:43.670] The truths that are wrapped in a mystery
[01:48.22] The sixties are over so set him free
[01:54.433] And take me down to the harbor now
[01:59.339] Grapes of the summer are low on the bough
[02:03.795] Ghosts of my history will follow me there
[02:08.97] And the winds of the old days will blow through my hair
[02:22.25] Why do I sit the autumnal judge
[02:26.276] Years of selfrighteousness will not budge
[02:30.682] Singer or savior, it was his to choose
[02:36.539] Which of us knows what was his to lose
[02:41.843] Because idols are best when they' re made of stone
[02:46.143] A savior' s a nuisance to live with at home
[02:50.543] Stars often fall, heroes go unsung
[02:56.45] And martyrs most certainly die too young
[03:01.45] So thank you for writing the best songs
[03:06.46] Thank you for righting a few wrongs
[03:10.446] You' re a savage gift on a wayward bus
[03:15.49] But you stepped down and you sang to us
[03:21.462] And get you down to the harbor now
[03:26.216] Most of the sour grapes are gone from the bough
[03:30.717] Ghosts of Johanna will visit you there
[03:34.828] And the winds of the old days will blow through your hair