The Last Day of June 1934 Lyrics

Song	The Last Day of June 1934
Artist	Al Stewart
Album	Past, Present and Future
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	作词 : Stewart
	The morning is humming, it's a quarter past nine
	I should be working down in the vines
	But I'm lying here with a good friend of mine
	Watching the sun in her hair
	I pick the grapes from the hills to the sea
	The fields of
	France are a home to me
	Ah, but today lying here is a good place to be
	I can't go anywhere
	But as we slip in and out of embrace
	Like some old and familiar place
	Reflecting all of my dreams in her face like before
	On the last day of
	June 1934
	Just out of
	Cambridge in a narrow country lane
	A bottle-green
	Bentley in the driving rain
	Slips and skids round a corner, then pulls straight again
	Heads up the drive to the door
	The lights of the party shine over the fields
	Where lovers and dancers watch catherine wheels
	And argue realities digging their heels
	In a world that's finished with war
	And a lost wind of summer blows into the streets
	Past the tramps in the alleyways, the rich in silk sheets
	And Europe lies sleeping, you feel her heartbeats through the floor
	On the last day of
	June 19...
	On the night that
	Ernst Roehm died voices rang out
	In the rolling
	Bavarian hills
	And swept through the cities and danced in the gutters
	Grown strong like the joining of wills
	Oh echoed away like a roar in the distance
	In moonlight carved out of steel
	Singing "All the lonely, so long and so long You don't know how I long, how I long You can't hold me, I'm strong now I'm strong Stronger than your law"
	I sit here now by the banks of the
	Rhine Dipping my feet in the cold stream of time
	And I know
	I'm a dreamer,
	I know I'm out of line
	With the people
	I see everywhere
	The couples pass by me, they're looking so good
	Their arms round each other, they head for the woods
	They don't care who
	Ernst Roehm was, no reason they should
	Just a shadow that hangs in the air
	But I thought
	I saw him cross over the hill
	With a whole ghostly army of men at his heel
	And struck in the moment it seemed to be real like before
	On the last day of
	June 1934

	zuo ci : Stewart
	The morning is humming, it' s a quarter past nine
	I should be working down in the vines
	But I' m lying here with a good friend of mine
	Watching the sun in her hair
	I pick the grapes from the hills to the sea
	The fields of
	France are a home to me
	Ah, but today lying here is a good place to be
	I can' t go anywhere
	But as we slip in and out of embrace
	Like some old and familiar place
	Reflecting all of my dreams in her face like before
	On the last day of
	June 1934
	Just out of
	Cambridge in a narrow country lane
	A bottlegreen
	Bentley in the driving rain
	Slips and skids round a corner, then pulls straight again
	Heads up the drive to the door
	The lights of the party shine over the fields
	Where lovers and dancers watch catherine wheels
	And argue realities digging their heels
	In a world that' s finished with war
	And a lost wind of summer blows into the streets
	Past the tramps in the alleyways, the rich in silk sheets
	And Europe lies sleeping, you feel her heartbeats through the floor
	On the last day of
	June 19...
	On the night that
	Ernst Roehm died voices rang out
	In the rolling
	Bavarian hills
	And swept through the cities and danced in the gutters
	Grown strong like the joining of wills
	Oh echoed away like a roar in the distance
	In moonlight carved out of steel
	Singing " All the lonely, so long and so long You don' t know how I long, how I long You can' t hold me, I' m strong now I' m strong Stronger than your law"
	I sit here now by the banks of the
	Rhine Dipping my feet in the cold stream of time
	And I know
	I' m a dreamer,
	I know I' m out of line
	With the people
	I see everywhere
	The couples pass by me, they' re looking so good
	Their arms round each other, they head for the woods
	They don' t care who
	Ernst Roehm was, no reason they should
	Just a shadow that hangs in the air
	But I thought
	I saw him cross over the hill
	With a whole ghostly army of men at his heel
	And struck in the moment it seemed to be real like before
	On the last day of
	June 1934

	zuò cí : Stewart
	The morning is humming, it' s a quarter past nine
	I should be working down in the vines
	But I' m lying here with a good friend of mine
	Watching the sun in her hair
	I pick the grapes from the hills to the sea
	The fields of
	France are a home to me
	Ah, but today lying here is a good place to be
	I can' t go anywhere
	But as we slip in and out of embrace
	Like some old and familiar place
	Reflecting all of my dreams in her face like before
	On the last day of
	June 1934
	Just out of
	Cambridge in a narrow country lane
	A bottlegreen
	Bentley in the driving rain
	Slips and skids round a corner, then pulls straight again
	Heads up the drive to the door
	The lights of the party shine over the fields
	Where lovers and dancers watch catherine wheels
	And argue realities digging their heels
	In a world that' s finished with war
	And a lost wind of summer blows into the streets
	Past the tramps in the alleyways, the rich in silk sheets
	And Europe lies sleeping, you feel her heartbeats through the floor
	On the last day of
	June 19...
	On the night that
	Ernst Roehm died voices rang out
	In the rolling
	Bavarian hills
	And swept through the cities and danced in the gutters
	Grown strong like the joining of wills
	Oh echoed away like a roar in the distance
	In moonlight carved out of steel
	Singing " All the lonely, so long and so long You don' t know how I long, how I long You can' t hold me, I' m strong now I' m strong Stronger than your law"
	I sit here now by the banks of the
	Rhine Dipping my feet in the cold stream of time
	And I know
	I' m a dreamer,
	I know I' m out of line
	With the people
	I see everywhere
	The couples pass by me, they' re looking so good
	Their arms round each other, they head for the woods
	They don' t care who
	Ernst Roehm was, no reason they should
	Just a shadow that hangs in the air
	But I thought
	I saw him cross over the hill
	With a whole ghostly army of men at his heel
	And struck in the moment it seemed to be real like before
	On the last day of
	June 1934

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