| Song | Bends Like A Willow |
| Artist | Jethro Tull |
| Album | J-Tull Dot Com |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Anderson | |
| She's catching the wind:the gentlest of breezes. | |
| It's a sensitive passage she's sailing - | |
| Through stormy straits, navigates my unfathomable failings. | |
| She rises before me, reading me clearly. | |
| Empty nest left pressed in the pillow. | |
| She can shift, she can sway | |
| And bend like a willow. | |
| I'm swept in the riptide, caught in a fish trap. | |
| Gift-wrapped in my soft self centre. | |
| Summer sun leaves me as one who can only taste winter. | |
| She's a good, a good god-send: she can bend like a willow. | |
| With a fully armed angel to cover me quickly. | |
| I'm cool under enemy fire. | |
| If i fall, she can crawl right under the wire. | |
| When i'm caustic and cold, she might dare to be bold - | |
| Ease me round to her warm way of thinking: | |
| Fill me up from the cup of love that she's drinking. | |
| And i find, given time. i can bend like a willow. | |
| She bends like a willow. |
| zuo ci : Anderson | |
| She' s catching the wind: the gentlest of breezes. | |
| It' s a sensitive passage she' s sailing | |
| Through stormy straits, navigates my unfathomable failings. | |
| She rises before me, reading me clearly. | |
| Empty nest left pressed in the pillow. | |
| She can shift, she can sway | |
| And bend like a willow. | |
| I' m swept in the riptide, caught in a fish trap. | |
| Giftwrapped in my soft self centre. | |
| Summer sun leaves me as one who can only taste winter. | |
| She' s a good, a good godsend: she can bend like a willow. | |
| With a fully armed angel to cover me quickly. | |
| I' m cool under enemy fire. | |
| If i fall, she can crawl right under the wire. | |
| When i' m caustic and cold, she might dare to be bold | |
| Ease me round to her warm way of thinking: | |
| Fill me up from the cup of love that she' s drinking. | |
| And i find, given time. i can bend like a willow. | |
| She bends like a willow. |
| zuò cí : Anderson | |
| She' s catching the wind: the gentlest of breezes. | |
| It' s a sensitive passage she' s sailing | |
| Through stormy straits, navigates my unfathomable failings. | |
| She rises before me, reading me clearly. | |
| Empty nest left pressed in the pillow. | |
| She can shift, she can sway | |
| And bend like a willow. | |
| I' m swept in the riptide, caught in a fish trap. | |
| Giftwrapped in my soft self centre. | |
| Summer sun leaves me as one who can only taste winter. | |
| She' s a good, a good godsend: she can bend like a willow. | |
| With a fully armed angel to cover me quickly. | |
| I' m cool under enemy fire. | |
| If i fall, she can crawl right under the wire. | |
| When i' m caustic and cold, she might dare to be bold | |
| Ease me round to her warm way of thinking: | |
| Fill me up from the cup of love that she' s drinking. | |
| And i find, given time. i can bend like a willow. | |
| She bends like a willow. |