Sorrel

	作词 : Powell, Turner, Upton ...
	In a garden of the southland
	He found her wandering astray
	She came to show him of her beauty
	That many passersby don't see
	Would you be taking in
	Such frail-looking lady
	The sadness of her lone display
	Dressed in yellow fire burning
	The corner dweller on the lane
	Sorrow was her only feeling
	For she could have no living shame
	Take good time
	To sow your own true seed
	The summers end will bring your leaving
	Then he journeyed for a long ways
	And she was never in his mind
	Came he home to just a memory
	For the lady she had died

	zuò cí : Powell, Turner, Upton ...
	In a garden of the southland
	He found her wandering astray
	She came to show him of her beauty
	That many passersby don' t see
	Would you be taking in
	Such fraillooking lady
	The sadness of her lone display
	Dressed in yellow fire burning
	The corner dweller on the lane
	Sorrow was her only feeling
	For she could have no living shame
	Take good time
	To sow your own true seed
	The summers end will bring your leaving
	Then he journeyed for a long ways
	And she was never in his mind
	Came he home to just a memory
	For the lady she had died