The Pear Tree Lyrics

	作曲 : Burrows, Jones
	She hung her gown from the pear tree
	And watched it swing
	Above the daisies ox-eyes
	Like the flapping of wings
	Through the blue marbled sky
	From her chest
	And the trickling of sweat
	The midday sun slants down
	Around her through the leaves
	Like a loosening embrace
	The colours fade
	And the branches creak
	The hanging gown in the pear tree
	Flitters its limbs
	Turns with ther breath to autumns
	Burning sky a-beckoning
	With the song of the lark
	She could sing
	To the summer but it left
	The evening sun falls down
	Around her through the leaves
	Like a loosening embrace
	The summer wanes
	And the branches creak
	The hanging gown in the pear tree
	Above her swings
	Like earths abandoned angel
	Loosely flapping its wings
	With the regular rise and fall of her chest

	zuo qu : Burrows, Jones
	She hung her gown from the pear tree
	And watched it swing
	Above the daisies oxeyes
	Like the flapping of wings
	Through the blue marbled sky
	From her chest
	And the trickling of sweat
	The midday sun slants down
	Around her through the leaves
	Like a loosening embrace
	The colours fade
	And the branches creak
	The hanging gown in the pear tree
	Flitters its limbs
	Turns with ther breath to autumns
	Burning sky abeckoning
	With the song of the lark
	She could sing
	To the summer but it left
	The evening sun falls down
	Around her through the leaves
	Like a loosening embrace
	The summer wanes
	And the branches creak
	The hanging gown in the pear tree
	Above her swings
	Like earths abandoned angel
	Loosely flapping its wings
	With the regular rise and fall of her chest

	zuò qǔ : Burrows, Jones
	She hung her gown from the pear tree
	And watched it swing
	Above the daisies oxeyes
	Like the flapping of wings
	Through the blue marbled sky
	From her chest
	And the trickling of sweat
	The midday sun slants down
	Around her through the leaves
	Like a loosening embrace
	The colours fade
	And the branches creak
	The hanging gown in the pear tree
	Flitters its limbs
	Turns with ther breath to autumns
	Burning sky abeckoning
	With the song of the lark
	She could sing
	To the summer but it left
	The evening sun falls down
	Around her through the leaves
	Like a loosening embrace
	The summer wanes
	And the branches creak
	The hanging gown in the pear tree
	Above her swings
	Like earths abandoned angel
	Loosely flapping its wings
	With the regular rise and fall of her chest

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