| Song | Ballad of the Absent Mare (Longer Version) |
| Artist | Leonard Cohen |
| Album | Recent Songs |
| 作曲 : Leonard Cohen | |
| 作词 : Leonard Cohen | |
| Say a prayer for the cowboy, his mare's run away | |
| And he'll walk 'til he finds her, his darling, his stray | |
| But the river's in flood and the roads are awash | |
| And the bridges break up in the panic of loss | |
| And there's nothing to follow, there's nowhere to go | |
| She's gone like the summer, gone like the snow | |
| And the crickets are breaking his heart with their song | |
| As the day caves in and the night is all wrong | |
| Did he dream, was it she who went galloping past? | |
| And bent down the fern, broke open the grass | |
| And printed the mud with the iron and the gold | |
| That he nailed to her feet when he was the lord | |
| And although she goes grazing a minute away | |
| He tracks her all night, he tracks her all day | |
| Oh, blind to her presence, except to compare | |
| His injury here with her punishment there | |
| Then at home on a branch, in the highest tree | |
| A songbird sings out, so suddenly | |
| Ah, the sun is warm and the soft winds ride | |
| On the willow trees by the river side | |
| Oh, the world is sweet, the world is wide | |
| And she's there where the light and the darkness divide | |
| And the steam's coming off her, she's huge and she's shy | |
| And she steps on the moon when she paws at the sky | |
| And she comes to his hand but she's not really tame | |
| She longs to be lost, he longs for the same | |
| And she'll bolt and she'll plunge through the first open pass | |
| To roll and to feed in the sweet mountain grass | |
| Or she'll make a break for the high plateau | |
| Where there's nothing above and there's nothing below | |
| And it's time for the burden, it's time for the whip | |
| Will she walk through the flame? | |
| Can he shoot from the hip? | |
| So he binds himself to the galloping mare | |
| And she binds herself to the rider there | |
| And there is no space but there's left and right | |
| And there is no time but there's day and night | |
| And he leans on her neck and he whispers low"Whither thou goest,I will go" | |
| And they turn as one and they head for the plain | |
| No need for the whip, ah, no need for the rein | |
| Now the clasp of this union, who fastens it tight? | |
| Who snaps it asunder the very next night? | |
| Some say the rider, some say the mare | |
| Or that love's like the smoke, beyond all repair | |
| But my darling says, "Leonard, just let it go byThat old silhouette on the great Western sky”So I pick out a tune and they move right alongAnd they're gone like the smokeAnd they're gone like this song |
| zuò qǔ : Leonard Cohen | |
| zuò cí : Leonard Cohen | |
| Say a prayer for the cowboy, his mare' s run away | |
| And he' ll walk ' til he finds her, his darling, his stray | |
| But the river' s in flood and the roads are awash | |
| And the bridges break up in the panic of loss | |
| And there' s nothing to follow, there' s nowhere to go | |
| She' s gone like the summer, gone like the snow | |
| And the crickets are breaking his heart with their song | |
| As the day caves in and the night is all wrong | |
| Did he dream, was it she who went galloping past? | |
| And bent down the fern, broke open the grass | |
| And printed the mud with the iron and the gold | |
| That he nailed to her feet when he was the lord | |
| And although she goes grazing a minute away | |
| He tracks her all night, he tracks her all day | |
| Oh, blind to her presence, except to compare | |
| His injury here with her punishment there | |
| Then at home on a branch, in the highest tree | |
| A songbird sings out, so suddenly | |
| Ah, the sun is warm and the soft winds ride | |
| On the willow trees by the river side | |
| Oh, the world is sweet, the world is wide | |
| And she' s there where the light and the darkness divide | |
| And the steam' s coming off her, she' s huge and she' s shy | |
| And she steps on the moon when she paws at the sky | |
| And she comes to his hand but she' s not really tame | |
| She longs to be lost, he longs for the same | |
| And she' ll bolt and she' ll plunge through the first open pass | |
| To roll and to feed in the sweet mountain grass | |
| Or she' ll make a break for the high plateau | |
| Where there' s nothing above and there' s nothing below | |
| And it' s time for the burden, it' s time for the whip | |
| Will she walk through the flame? | |
| Can he shoot from the hip? | |
| So he binds himself to the galloping mare | |
| And she binds herself to the rider there | |
| And there is no space but there' s left and right | |
| And there is no time but there' s day and night | |
| And he leans on her neck and he whispers low" Whither thou goest, I will go" | |
| And they turn as one and they head for the plain | |
| No need for the whip, ah, no need for the rein | |
| Now the clasp of this union, who fastens it tight? | |
| Who snaps it asunder the very next night? | |
| Some say the rider, some say the mare | |
| Or that love' s like the smoke, beyond all repair | |
| But my darling says, " Leonard, just let it go byThat old silhouette on the great Western sky" So I pick out a tune and they move right alongAnd they' re gone like the smokeAnd they' re gone like this song |