Birthday Carol Lyrics

	作曲 : Rundgren
	I was born this very morning
	And my brother he was also born,
	In our first nine months we learned to speak
	And we have been listening since early morn.
	I love no one but my brother
	Who spent those months with me
	I hate no one and no other has so far hated me
	But it isn't yet the afternoon,
	And things are still to be,
	And when evening comes we all will see.
	I am not very old and i won't live long.
	I was born this very morning singing this here song
	Now i feel the worst for older people
	Winding out their friendless hours alone
	Seeing lives like plays at final curtain
	Looking out to find everyone has gone home.
	Is there something i can pray to?
	Some offering i can send?
	Or some ear that i can play to, to help him find a friend?
	And maybe then redeem myself to keep me from that end
	For the evening comes and who knows when.
	Oh, my brother, where is our mother?
	Is there no other to live together,
	To be our lover?

	zuo qu : Rundgren
	I was born this very morning
	And my brother he was also born,
	In our first nine months we learned to speak
	And we have been listening since early morn.
	I love no one but my brother
	Who spent those months with me
	I hate no one and no other has so far hated me
	But it isn' t yet the afternoon,
	And things are still to be,
	And when evening comes we all will see.
	I am not very old and i won' t live long.
	I was born this very morning singing this here song
	Now i feel the worst for older people
	Winding out their friendless hours alone
	Seeing lives like plays at final curtain
	Looking out to find everyone has gone home.
	Is there something i can pray to?
	Some offering i can send?
	Or some ear that i can play to, to help him find a friend?
	And maybe then redeem myself to keep me from that end
	For the evening comes and who knows when.
	Oh, my brother, where is our mother?
	Is there no other to live together,
	To be our lover?

	zuò qǔ : Rundgren
	I was born this very morning
	And my brother he was also born,
	In our first nine months we learned to speak
	And we have been listening since early morn.
	I love no one but my brother
	Who spent those months with me
	I hate no one and no other has so far hated me
	But it isn' t yet the afternoon,
	And things are still to be,
	And when evening comes we all will see.
	I am not very old and i won' t live long.
	I was born this very morning singing this here song
	Now i feel the worst for older people
	Winding out their friendless hours alone
	Seeing lives like plays at final curtain
	Looking out to find everyone has gone home.
	Is there something i can pray to?
	Some offering i can send?
	Or some ear that i can play to, to help him find a friend?
	And maybe then redeem myself to keep me from that end
	For the evening comes and who knows when.
	Oh, my brother, where is our mother?
	Is there no other to live together,
	To be our lover?

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