| Song | Adam At the Window |
| Artist | Mary Black |
| Album | Babes in the Wood |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : MacCarthy | |
| Adam's at the window | |
| Staring at teh apple trees on fire | |
| Waiting for the windfall | |
| That brings the smile of kings and their desire | |
| Door blows in behind him | |
| A floral pattern summer dress so gay | |
| Burning in the sunlight | |
| Too late to wait | |
| For darkenss won't delay | |
| To steal her cherry lips away | |
| For while the coareless tongues of sunlight | |
| Slowly trickle down | |
| The curve of hips her fingertips | |
| In kissing sips we drown | |
| In kissing sips we drown | |
| Chorus: | |
| And adam will have his way | |
| Adam will have his way | |
| Adam's on the island | |
| Living in the land of love | |
| Shadows lurk around him | |
| Drunk on the royal jelly of pure love | |
| Full and ripe the fruit hang | |
| For when the prince arrives he will want more | |
| And more and more he will drink from the canvas cup | |
| The son of a swan will then loose his plumera | |
| And he will wear a new age suit | |
| And haunt the joints in town | |
| And play a silver magic flute | |
| And call his lovers down | |
| And call his lovers down | |
| Chorus: | |
| And adam will have his way | |
| Adam will have his way | |
| Adam will have his way | |
| Adam's at the easel | |
| Painting in the wrinkles and the grey | |
| Waiting for november | |
| Easy with the darkness of the day | |
| Smiles a tear of gladness | |
| And adams at the window once again | |
| Burning in the sunlight | |
| Too late to wait | |
| For darkness won't delay | |
| To steal her cherry lips away | |
| For while the careless tongues of sunlight | |
| Slowly trickle down | |
| The curve of hips, her fingertips | |
| In kissing sips we drown | |
| In kissing sips we drown | |
| Chorus... | |
| Repeat chorus... |
| zuo ci : MacCarthy | |
| Adam' s at the window | |
| Staring at teh apple trees on fire | |
| Waiting for the windfall | |
| That brings the smile of kings and their desire | |
| Door blows in behind him | |
| A floral pattern summer dress so gay | |
| Burning in the sunlight | |
| Too late to wait | |
| For darkenss won' t delay | |
| To steal her cherry lips away | |
| For while the coareless tongues of sunlight | |
| Slowly trickle down | |
| The curve of hips her fingertips | |
| In kissing sips we drown | |
| In kissing sips we drown | |
| Chorus: | |
| And adam will have his way | |
| Adam will have his way | |
| Adam' s on the island | |
| Living in the land of love | |
| Shadows lurk around him | |
| Drunk on the royal jelly of pure love | |
| Full and ripe the fruit hang | |
| For when the prince arrives he will want more | |
| And more and more he will drink from the canvas cup | |
| The son of a swan will then loose his plumera | |
| And he will wear a new age suit | |
| And haunt the joints in town | |
| And play a silver magic flute | |
| And call his lovers down | |
| And call his lovers down | |
| Chorus: | |
| And adam will have his way | |
| Adam will have his way | |
| Adam will have his way | |
| Adam' s at the easel | |
| Painting in the wrinkles and the grey | |
| Waiting for november | |
| Easy with the darkness of the day | |
| Smiles a tear of gladness | |
| And adams at the window once again | |
| Burning in the sunlight | |
| Too late to wait | |
| For darkness won' t delay | |
| To steal her cherry lips away | |
| For while the careless tongues of sunlight | |
| Slowly trickle down | |
| The curve of hips, her fingertips | |
| In kissing sips we drown | |
| In kissing sips we drown | |
| Chorus... | |
| Repeat chorus... |
| zuò cí : MacCarthy | |
| Adam' s at the window | |
| Staring at teh apple trees on fire | |
| Waiting for the windfall | |
| That brings the smile of kings and their desire | |
| Door blows in behind him | |
| A floral pattern summer dress so gay | |
| Burning in the sunlight | |
| Too late to wait | |
| For darkenss won' t delay | |
| To steal her cherry lips away | |
| For while the coareless tongues of sunlight | |
| Slowly trickle down | |
| The curve of hips her fingertips | |
| In kissing sips we drown | |
| In kissing sips we drown | |
| Chorus: | |
| And adam will have his way | |
| Adam will have his way | |
| Adam' s on the island | |
| Living in the land of love | |
| Shadows lurk around him | |
| Drunk on the royal jelly of pure love | |
| Full and ripe the fruit hang | |
| For when the prince arrives he will want more | |
| And more and more he will drink from the canvas cup | |
| The son of a swan will then loose his plumera | |
| And he will wear a new age suit | |
| And haunt the joints in town | |
| And play a silver magic flute | |
| And call his lovers down | |
| And call his lovers down | |
| Chorus: | |
| And adam will have his way | |
| Adam will have his way | |
| Adam will have his way | |
| Adam' s at the easel | |
| Painting in the wrinkles and the grey | |
| Waiting for november | |
| Easy with the darkness of the day | |
| Smiles a tear of gladness | |
| And adams at the window once again | |
| Burning in the sunlight | |
| Too late to wait | |
| For darkness won' t delay | |
| To steal her cherry lips away | |
| For while the careless tongues of sunlight | |
| Slowly trickle down | |
| The curve of hips, her fingertips | |
| In kissing sips we drown | |
| In kissing sips we drown | |
| Chorus... | |
| Repeat chorus... |