| Song | The Ear Of The Night |
| Artist | Al Stewart |
| Album | Sparks of Ancient Light |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Stewart | |
| You put your tongue in the ear of the night | |
| Expecting rejection but finding instead | |
| A certain connection that left you surprised | |
| And then gave you electrical thoughts in your head | |
| Emboldened by this you were tempted a kiss | |
| On the brow of a mystery passing you by | |
| And thus we're afforded a simple reward | |
| In the shape of a chord from a street corner choir | |
| Through her window you can see her | |
| With her solitary air | |
| You felt a certain twinge inside you | |
| From her military hair | |
| And you'd have normally acted quite formally | |
| This was the moment to open the door | |
| You instantly mated and constantly dated | |
| Though your mother hated the clothes that she wore | |
| Oh well |
| zuo qu : Stewart | |
| You put your tongue in the ear of the night | |
| Expecting rejection but finding instead | |
| A certain connection that left you surprised | |
| And then gave you electrical thoughts in your head | |
| Emboldened by this you were tempted a kiss | |
| On the brow of a mystery passing you by | |
| And thus we' re afforded a simple reward | |
| In the shape of a chord from a street corner choir | |
| Through her window you can see her | |
| With her solitary air | |
| You felt a certain twinge inside you | |
| From her military hair | |
| And you' d have normally acted quite formally | |
| This was the moment to open the door | |
| You instantly mated and constantly dated | |
| Though your mother hated the clothes that she wore | |
| Oh well |
| zuò qǔ : Stewart | |
| You put your tongue in the ear of the night | |
| Expecting rejection but finding instead | |
| A certain connection that left you surprised | |
| And then gave you electrical thoughts in your head | |
| Emboldened by this you were tempted a kiss | |
| On the brow of a mystery passing you by | |
| And thus we' re afforded a simple reward | |
| In the shape of a chord from a street corner choir | |
| Through her window you can see her | |
| With her solitary air | |
| You felt a certain twinge inside you | |
| From her military hair | |
| And you' d have normally acted quite formally | |
| This was the moment to open the door | |
| You instantly mated and constantly dated | |
| Though your mother hated the clothes that she wore | |
| Oh well |