| Song | Job's Tears |
| Artist | The Incredible String Band |
| Album | Wee Tam |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Williamson | |
| We're all still here | |
| no one has gone away | |
| Waiting, acting much too | |
| well and procrastinating | |
| The cross of the earth | |
| (let me go through) | |
| The four winds point them | |
| Body to body | |
| Seas to anoint them | |
| The reed they brought him | |
| Sponge and vinegar | |
| Fiery serpents | |
| Spitting gold and cinnamon | |
| The moon was bleeding | |
| And stars were shallow | |
| And the sword that killed him | |
| Was a sword of willow | |
| Hello I must be going well I only came to say | |
| I hear my mother calling and I must be on my way | |
| O I remember it all from before | |
| The winter and the midnight | |
| Could not hold him | |
| The fire could not burn him | |
| Nor earth enfold him | |
| Rise up Lazarus | |
| Sweet and salty | |
| Brother soldiers | |
| Stop your gambling and talk to me | |
| The thieves were stealers | |
| But reason condemned him | |
| And the grave was empty | |
| Where they had laid him | |
| Why heroes die at sunrise | |
| Why the birds are arrows of the wise | |
| Why each perfumed flower | |
| Why each moment has its hour | |
| It's you | |
| It's all true | |
| Stranger than that we're alive | |
| Stranger than that | |
| Stranger than that | |
| Whatever you think | |
| It's more than that, more than that | |
| Happy man, the happy man | |
| Doing the best he can | |
| Keep on walking where the angels showed | |
| (All will be one) | |
| Travelling where the saints have trod | |
| Over in the old golden land | |
| In the golden book of the golden game | |
| The golden angel wrote my name | |
| When the deal goes down I'll put my crown | |
| Over in the old golden land | |
| I won't need to kiss you when we're there | |
| (All will be one) | |
| I won't need to miss you when we're there | |
| Over in the old golden land | |
| We'll understand it better in the sweet bye and bye | |
| You won't need to worry and you won't have to cry | |
| Over in the old golden land |
| zuo ci : Williamson | |
| We' re all still here | |
| no one has gone away | |
| Waiting, acting much too | |
| well and procrastinating | |
| The cross of the earth | |
| let me go through | |
| The four winds point them | |
| Body to body | |
| Seas to anoint them | |
| The reed they brought him | |
| Sponge and vinegar | |
| Fiery serpents | |
| Spitting gold and cinnamon | |
| The moon was bleeding | |
| And stars were shallow | |
| And the sword that killed him | |
| Was a sword of willow | |
| Hello I must be going well I only came to say | |
| I hear my mother calling and I must be on my way | |
| O I remember it all from before | |
| The winter and the midnight | |
| Could not hold him | |
| The fire could not burn him | |
| Nor earth enfold him | |
| Rise up Lazarus | |
| Sweet and salty | |
| Brother soldiers | |
| Stop your gambling and talk to me | |
| The thieves were stealers | |
| But reason condemned him | |
| And the grave was empty | |
| Where they had laid him | |
| Why heroes die at sunrise | |
| Why the birds are arrows of the wise | |
| Why each perfumed flower | |
| Why each moment has its hour | |
| It' s you | |
| It' s all true | |
| Stranger than that we' re alive | |
| Stranger than that | |
| Stranger than that | |
| Whatever you think | |
| It' s more than that, more than that | |
| Happy man, the happy man | |
| Doing the best he can | |
| Keep on walking where the angels showed | |
| All will be one | |
| Travelling where the saints have trod | |
| Over in the old golden land | |
| In the golden book of the golden game | |
| The golden angel wrote my name | |
| When the deal goes down I' ll put my crown | |
| Over in the old golden land | |
| I won' t need to kiss you when we' re there | |
| All will be one | |
| I won' t need to miss you when we' re there | |
| Over in the old golden land | |
| We' ll understand it better in the sweet bye and bye | |
| You won' t need to worry and you won' t have to cry | |
| Over in the old golden land |
| zuò cí : Williamson | |
| We' re all still here | |
| no one has gone away | |
| Waiting, acting much too | |
| well and procrastinating | |
| The cross of the earth | |
| let me go through | |
| The four winds point them | |
| Body to body | |
| Seas to anoint them | |
| The reed they brought him | |
| Sponge and vinegar | |
| Fiery serpents | |
| Spitting gold and cinnamon | |
| The moon was bleeding | |
| And stars were shallow | |
| And the sword that killed him | |
| Was a sword of willow | |
| Hello I must be going well I only came to say | |
| I hear my mother calling and I must be on my way | |
| O I remember it all from before | |
| The winter and the midnight | |
| Could not hold him | |
| The fire could not burn him | |
| Nor earth enfold him | |
| Rise up Lazarus | |
| Sweet and salty | |
| Brother soldiers | |
| Stop your gambling and talk to me | |
| The thieves were stealers | |
| But reason condemned him | |
| And the grave was empty | |
| Where they had laid him | |
| Why heroes die at sunrise | |
| Why the birds are arrows of the wise | |
| Why each perfumed flower | |
| Why each moment has its hour | |
| It' s you | |
| It' s all true | |
| Stranger than that we' re alive | |
| Stranger than that | |
| Stranger than that | |
| Whatever you think | |
| It' s more than that, more than that | |
| Happy man, the happy man | |
| Doing the best he can | |
| Keep on walking where the angels showed | |
| All will be one | |
| Travelling where the saints have trod | |
| Over in the old golden land | |
| In the golden book of the golden game | |
| The golden angel wrote my name | |
| When the deal goes down I' ll put my crown | |
| Over in the old golden land | |
| I won' t need to kiss you when we' re there | |
| All will be one | |
| I won' t need to miss you when we' re there | |
| Over in the old golden land | |
| We' ll understand it better in the sweet bye and bye | |
| You won' t need to worry and you won' t have to cry | |
| Over in the old golden land |