| Song | The Woodcutter |
| Artist | And Also the Trees |
| Album | Green Is the Sea |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
| He tried to say | |
| That she meant nothing at all | |
| Walk down the rivers | |
| And under bridges | |
| The bells mocked foolishly... foolishly | |
| Walk down the rivers | |
| And under bridges | |
| The bells mocked foolishly... foolishly | |
| Like dry leaves through scarce memories | |
| She would reach to him from the deep | |
| He believed | |
| She rides the waves | |
| That whisper up the shores | |
| Her crescent figure | |
| Through green waters glimmered | |
| The dream glossed estuary... estuary | |
| Her crescent figure | |
| Through green waters glimmed | |
| The dream glossed estuary... estuary | |
| Like dry leaves through scarce memories | |
| She would reach to him from the deep | |
| He believed | |
| The woodcutter he stared | |
| Towards the eastern coves | |
| With eyes to stroke | |
| The torrid wave beaten shores | |
| From the horizon | |
| Of nowhere she glided | |
| Her oak breast cut the sea... cut the sea | |
| Like dry leaves through scarce memories | |
| She would reach to him from the deep | |
| He believed | |
| The woodcutter he stared | |
| Towards the eastern coves |
| zuo qu : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
| He tried to say | |
| That she meant nothing at all | |
| Walk down the rivers | |
| And under bridges | |
| The bells mocked foolishly... foolishly | |
| Walk down the rivers | |
| And under bridges | |
| The bells mocked foolishly... foolishly | |
| Like dry leaves through scarce memories | |
| She would reach to him from the deep | |
| He believed | |
| She rides the waves | |
| That whisper up the shores | |
| Her crescent figure | |
| Through green waters glimmered | |
| The dream glossed estuary... estuary | |
| Her crescent figure | |
| Through green waters glimmed | |
| The dream glossed estuary... estuary | |
| Like dry leaves through scarce memories | |
| She would reach to him from the deep | |
| He believed | |
| The woodcutter he stared | |
| Towards the eastern coves | |
| With eyes to stroke | |
| The torrid wave beaten shores | |
| From the horizon | |
| Of nowhere she glided | |
| Her oak breast cut the sea... cut the sea | |
| Like dry leaves through scarce memories | |
| She would reach to him from the deep | |
| He believed | |
| The woodcutter he stared | |
| Towards the eastern coves |
| zuò qǔ : Burrows, Havas, Jones | |
| He tried to say | |
| That she meant nothing at all | |
| Walk down the rivers | |
| And under bridges | |
| The bells mocked foolishly... foolishly | |
| Walk down the rivers | |
| And under bridges | |
| The bells mocked foolishly... foolishly | |
| Like dry leaves through scarce memories | |
| She would reach to him from the deep | |
| He believed | |
| She rides the waves | |
| That whisper up the shores | |
| Her crescent figure | |
| Through green waters glimmered | |
| The dream glossed estuary... estuary | |
| Her crescent figure | |
| Through green waters glimmed | |
| The dream glossed estuary... estuary | |
| Like dry leaves through scarce memories | |
| She would reach to him from the deep | |
| He believed | |
| The woodcutter he stared | |
| Towards the eastern coves | |
| With eyes to stroke | |
| The torrid wave beaten shores | |
| From the horizon | |
| Of nowhere she glided | |
| Her oak breast cut the sea... cut the sea | |
| Like dry leaves through scarce memories | |
| She would reach to him from the deep | |
| He believed | |
| The woodcutter he stared | |
| Towards the eastern coves |