| Song | Puppies |
| Artist | The Incredible String Band |
| Album | Wee Tam |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Heron | |
| Even the birds when they sing | |
| It's not everything to them | |
| Fiddle-head ferns and daffodils | |
| Made me want to play | |
| To the puppies having their little breakfast | |
| So I picked up six fine strings | |
| And I began to play | |
| What I thought that new | |
| Born fur would like best | |
| Hey, hey, such a new born morn | |
| Hey, hey, the puppies they have gone | |
| Left me here holding this song | |
| Music is so much less than what you are | |
| Just how far can you take me | |
| How far can you take me, Mother Nina | |
| Before I'm on my own | |
| Don't imagine that the pretty flower can sing a song | |
| When the sun makes it's sap to rise | |
| One by one the chorus swells till it's a mighty noise | |
| Are you sure that it's not a silence? | |
| Even the birds when they sing | |
| It's not everything to them | |
| Even the birds when they sing | |
| Spread their wings to heaven and fly away. |
| zuo ci : Heron | |
| Even the birds when they sing | |
| It' s not everything to them | |
| Fiddlehead ferns and daffodils | |
| Made me want to play | |
| To the puppies having their little breakfast | |
| So I picked up six fine strings | |
| And I began to play | |
| What I thought that new | |
| Born fur would like best | |
| Hey, hey, such a new born morn | |
| Hey, hey, the puppies they have gone | |
| Left me here holding this song | |
| Music is so much less than what you are | |
| Just how far can you take me | |
| How far can you take me, Mother Nina | |
| Before I' m on my own | |
| Don' t imagine that the pretty flower can sing a song | |
| When the sun makes it' s sap to rise | |
| One by one the chorus swells till it' s a mighty noise | |
| Are you sure that it' s not a silence? | |
| Even the birds when they sing | |
| It' s not everything to them | |
| Even the birds when they sing | |
| Spread their wings to heaven and fly away. |
| zuò cí : Heron | |
| Even the birds when they sing | |
| It' s not everything to them | |
| Fiddlehead ferns and daffodils | |
| Made me want to play | |
| To the puppies having their little breakfast | |
| So I picked up six fine strings | |
| And I began to play | |
| What I thought that new | |
| Born fur would like best | |
| Hey, hey, such a new born morn | |
| Hey, hey, the puppies they have gone | |
| Left me here holding this song | |
| Music is so much less than what you are | |
| Just how far can you take me | |
| How far can you take me, Mother Nina | |
| Before I' m on my own | |
| Don' t imagine that the pretty flower can sing a song | |
| When the sun makes it' s sap to rise | |
| One by one the chorus swells till it' s a mighty noise | |
| Are you sure that it' s not a silence? | |
| Even the birds when they sing | |
| It' s not everything to them | |
| Even the birds when they sing | |
| Spread their wings to heaven and fly away. |