| Song | Oh Christine |
| Artist | The Cave Singers |
| Album | Invitation Songs |
| 作曲 : Fudesco, Quirk | |
| Oh Christine your love, I saw it drinking at the bar just the other night | |
| Under ceiling of light. Old time marigolds, I saw you winking at the | |
| stars in the warring night, if I saw you right? | |
| You were galloping down the road, past my home to be sure | |
| If I take my time, will I make it back? | |
| Oh blight life you're parable, I saw you smoking in the bar just | |
| the other night, if I saw you right? | |
| Oh matrimonial, I saw you drinking at the bar just the other day | |
| what's that I heard you say? | |
| You were galloping down the road, past my home to be sure | |
| If I changed my life, over the flames of the road. | |
| Oh Christine our love, I saw it drinking at my home just the other | |
| night, under a ceiling of right | |
| And old matrimonial, I saw you drinking in the photos on my wall | |
| Stoned as a kite. | |
| You came bearing gifts to the ghosts, past my home to be sure | |
| Past the sheet on the street, the corner of Blanchard and Bell. |
| zuò qǔ : Fudesco, Quirk | |
| Oh Christine your love, I saw it drinking at the bar just the other night | |
| Under ceiling of light. Old time marigolds, I saw you winking at the | |
| stars in the warring night, if I saw you right? | |
| You were galloping down the road, past my home to be sure | |
| If I take my time, will I make it back? | |
| Oh blight life you' re parable, I saw you smoking in the bar just | |
| the other night, if I saw you right? | |
| Oh matrimonial, I saw you drinking at the bar just the other day | |
| what' s that I heard you say? | |
| You were galloping down the road, past my home to be sure | |
| If I changed my life, over the flames of the road. | |
| Oh Christine our love, I saw it drinking at my home just the other | |
| night, under a ceiling of right | |
| And old matrimonial, I saw you drinking in the photos on my wall | |
| Stoned as a kite. | |
| You came bearing gifts to the ghosts, past my home to be sure | |
| Past the sheet on the street, the corner of Blanchard and Bell. |