| Song | Before The Deluge |
| Artist | Joan Baez |
| Album | Honest Lullaby |
| 作词 : Browne | |
| Some of them were dreamers | |
| And some of them were fools | |
| Who were making plans and thinking of the future | |
| With the energy of the innocent | |
| They were gathering the tools | |
| They would need to make their journey back to nature | |
| While the sand slipped through the opening | |
| And their hands reached for the golden ring | |
| With their hearts they turned to each other's heart for refuge | |
| In the troubled years that came before the deluge | |
| Some of them knew pleasure | |
| And some of them knew pain | |
| And for some of them it was only the moment that mattered | |
| And on the brave and crazy wings of youth | |
| They went flying around in the rain | |
| And their feathers, once so fine, grew torn and tattered | |
| And in the end they traded their tired wings | |
| For the resignation that living brings | |
| And exchanged love's bright and fragile glow | |
| For the glitter and the rouge | |
| And in the moment they were swept before the deluge | |
| Now let the music keep our spirits high | |
| And let the buildings keep our children dry | |
| Let creation reveal it's secrets by and by | |
| By and by... | |
| When the light that's lost within us reaches the sky | |
| Some of them were angry | |
| At the way the earth was abused | |
| By the men who learned how to forge her beauty into power | |
| And they struggled to protect her from them | |
| Only to be confused | |
| By the magnitude of her fury in the final hour | |
| And when the sand was gone and the time arrived | |
| In the naked dawn only a few survived | |
| And in attempts to understand a thing so simple and so huge | |
| Believed that they were meant to live after the deluge | |
| Now let the music keep our spirits high | |
| And let the buildings keep our children dry | |
| Let creation reveal it's secrets by and by | |
| By and by... | |
| When the light that's lost within us reaches the sky |
| zuò cí : Browne | |
| Some of them were dreamers | |
| And some of them were fools | |
| Who were making plans and thinking of the future | |
| With the energy of the innocent | |
| They were gathering the tools | |
| They would need to make their journey back to nature | |
| While the sand slipped through the opening | |
| And their hands reached for the golden ring | |
| With their hearts they turned to each other' s heart for refuge | |
| In the troubled years that came before the deluge | |
| Some of them knew pleasure | |
| And some of them knew pain | |
| And for some of them it was only the moment that mattered | |
| And on the brave and crazy wings of youth | |
| They went flying around in the rain | |
| And their feathers, once so fine, grew torn and tattered | |
| And in the end they traded their tired wings | |
| For the resignation that living brings | |
| And exchanged love' s bright and fragile glow | |
| For the glitter and the rouge | |
| And in the moment they were swept before the deluge | |
| Now let the music keep our spirits high | |
| And let the buildings keep our children dry | |
| Let creation reveal it' s secrets by and by | |
| By and by... | |
| When the light that' s lost within us reaches the sky | |
| Some of them were angry | |
| At the way the earth was abused | |
| By the men who learned how to forge her beauty into power | |
| And they struggled to protect her from them | |
| Only to be confused | |
| By the magnitude of her fury in the final hour | |
| And when the sand was gone and the time arrived | |
| In the naked dawn only a few survived | |
| And in attempts to understand a thing so simple and so huge | |
| Believed that they were meant to live after the deluge | |
| Now let the music keep our spirits high | |
| And let the buildings keep our children dry | |
| Let creation reveal it' s secrets by and by | |
| By and by... | |
| When the light that' s lost within us reaches the sky |