Song | Madame George (Album Version) |
Artist | Van Morrison |
Album | Super Hits |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Morrison | |
作词 : Morrison | |
Down on Cyprus Avenue | |
With a childlike vision leaping into view | |
Clicking, clacking of the high heeled shoe | |
Ford & Fitzroy, Madame George | |
Marching with the soldier boy behind | |
He's much older with hat on drinking wine | |
And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through | |
The cool night air like Shalimar | |
And outside they're making all the stops | |
The kids out in the street collecting bottle-tops | |
Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops | |
Happy taken Madame George | |
That's when you fall | |
Whoa, that's when you fall | |
Yeah, that's when you fall | |
When you fall into a trance | |
A sitting on a sofa playing games of chance | |
With your folded arms and history books you glance | |
Into the eyes of Madame George | |
And you think you found the bag | |
You're getting weaker and your knees begin to sag | |
In the corner playing dominoes in drag | |
The one and only Madame George | |
And then from outside the frosty window raps | |
She jumps up and says Lord have mercy I think it's the cops | |
And immediately drops everything she gots | |
Down into the street below | |
And you know you gotta go | |
On that train from Dublin up to Sandy Row | |
Throwing pennies at the bridges down below | |
And the rain, hail, sleet, and snow | |
Say goodbye to Madame George | |
Dry your eye for Madame George | |
Wonder why for Madame George | |
And as you leave, the room is filled with music, laughing, music, | |
dancing, music all around the room | |
And all the little boys come around, walking away from it all | |
So cold | |
And as you're about to leave | |
She jumps up and says Hey love, you forgot your gloves | |
And the gloves to love to love the gloves... | |
To say goodbye to Madame George | |
Dry your eye for Madame George | |
Wonder why for Madame George | |
Dry your eyes for Madame George | |
Say goodbye in the wind and the rain on the back street | |
In the backstreet, in the back street | |
Say goodbye to Madame George | |
In the backstreet, in the back street, in the back street | |
Down home, down home in the back street | |
Gotta go | |
Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye | |
Dry your eye your eye your eye your eye your eye... | |
Say goodbye to Madame George | |
And the loves to love to love the love | |
Say goodbye | |
Oooooo | |
Mmmmmmm | |
Say goodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye to Madame George | |
Dry your eye for Madame George | |
Wonder why for Madame George | |
The love's to love the love's to love the love's to love... | |
Say goodbye, goodbye | |
Get on the train | |
Get on the train, the train, the train... | |
This is the train, this is the train... | |
Whoa, say goodbye, goodbye.... | |
Get on the train, get on the train... |
zuo qu : Morrison | |
zuo ci : Morrison | |
Down on Cyprus Avenue | |
With a childlike vision leaping into view | |
Clicking, clacking of the high heeled shoe | |
Ford Fitzroy, Madame George | |
Marching with the soldier boy behind | |
He' s much older with hat on drinking wine | |
And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through | |
The cool night air like Shalimar | |
And outside they' re making all the stops | |
The kids out in the street collecting bottletops | |
Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops | |
Happy taken Madame George | |
That' s when you fall | |
Whoa, that' s when you fall | |
Yeah, that' s when you fall | |
When you fall into a trance | |
A sitting on a sofa playing games of chance | |
With your folded arms and history books you glance | |
Into the eyes of Madame George | |
And you think you found the bag | |
You' re getting weaker and your knees begin to sag | |
In the corner playing dominoes in drag | |
The one and only Madame George | |
And then from outside the frosty window raps | |
She jumps up and says Lord have mercy I think it' s the cops | |
And immediately drops everything she gots | |
Down into the street below | |
And you know you gotta go | |
On that train from Dublin up to Sandy Row | |
Throwing pennies at the bridges down below | |
And the rain, hail, sleet, and snow | |
Say goodbye to Madame George | |
Dry your eye for Madame George | |
Wonder why for Madame George | |
And as you leave, the room is filled with music, laughing, music, | |
dancing, music all around the room | |
And all the little boys come around, walking away from it all | |
So cold | |
And as you' re about to leave | |
She jumps up and says Hey love, you forgot your gloves | |
And the gloves to love to love the gloves... | |
To say goodbye to Madame George | |
Dry your eye for Madame George | |
Wonder why for Madame George | |
Dry your eyes for Madame George | |
Say goodbye in the wind and the rain on the back street | |
In the backstreet, in the back street | |
Say goodbye to Madame George | |
In the backstreet, in the back street, in the back street | |
Down home, down home in the back street | |
Gotta go | |
Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye | |
Dry your eye your eye your eye your eye your eye... | |
Say goodbye to Madame George | |
And the loves to love to love the love | |
Say goodbye | |
Oooooo | |
Mmmmmmm | |
Say goodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye to Madame George | |
Dry your eye for Madame George | |
Wonder why for Madame George | |
The love' s to love the love' s to love the love' s to love... | |
Say goodbye, goodbye | |
Get on the train | |
Get on the train, the train, the train... | |
This is the train, this is the train... | |
Whoa, say goodbye, goodbye.... | |
Get on the train, get on the train... |
zuò qǔ : Morrison | |
zuò cí : Morrison | |
Down on Cyprus Avenue | |
With a childlike vision leaping into view | |
Clicking, clacking of the high heeled shoe | |
Ford Fitzroy, Madame George | |
Marching with the soldier boy behind | |
He' s much older with hat on drinking wine | |
And that smell of sweet perfume comes drifting through | |
The cool night air like Shalimar | |
And outside they' re making all the stops | |
The kids out in the street collecting bottletops | |
Gone for cigarettes and matches in the shops | |
Happy taken Madame George | |
That' s when you fall | |
Whoa, that' s when you fall | |
Yeah, that' s when you fall | |
When you fall into a trance | |
A sitting on a sofa playing games of chance | |
With your folded arms and history books you glance | |
Into the eyes of Madame George | |
And you think you found the bag | |
You' re getting weaker and your knees begin to sag | |
In the corner playing dominoes in drag | |
The one and only Madame George | |
And then from outside the frosty window raps | |
She jumps up and says Lord have mercy I think it' s the cops | |
And immediately drops everything she gots | |
Down into the street below | |
And you know you gotta go | |
On that train from Dublin up to Sandy Row | |
Throwing pennies at the bridges down below | |
And the rain, hail, sleet, and snow | |
Say goodbye to Madame George | |
Dry your eye for Madame George | |
Wonder why for Madame George | |
And as you leave, the room is filled with music, laughing, music, | |
dancing, music all around the room | |
And all the little boys come around, walking away from it all | |
So cold | |
And as you' re about to leave | |
She jumps up and says Hey love, you forgot your gloves | |
And the gloves to love to love the gloves... | |
To say goodbye to Madame George | |
Dry your eye for Madame George | |
Wonder why for Madame George | |
Dry your eyes for Madame George | |
Say goodbye in the wind and the rain on the back street | |
In the backstreet, in the back street | |
Say goodbye to Madame George | |
In the backstreet, in the back street, in the back street | |
Down home, down home in the back street | |
Gotta go | |
Say goodbye, goodbye, goodbye | |
Dry your eye your eye your eye your eye your eye... | |
Say goodbye to Madame George | |
And the loves to love to love the love | |
Say goodbye | |
Oooooo | |
Mmmmmmm | |
Say goodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye to Madame George | |
Dry your eye for Madame George | |
Wonder why for Madame George | |
The love' s to love the love' s to love the love' s to love... | |
Say goodbye, goodbye | |
Get on the train | |
Get on the train, the train, the train... | |
This is the train, this is the train... | |
Whoa, say goodbye, goodbye.... | |
Get on the train, get on the train... |