| Song | Wise After the Event |
| Artist | Anthony Phillips |
| Album | Wise After the Event |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Phillips | |
| Four thousand monks in a maelstrom | |
| All crying out for release. | |
| Three cheers for old Mother Hailsham | |
| She's sticking to her beliefs. | |
| A hundred ships took to the high seas | |
| Intent on sailing the world. | |
| They might have known that a rainy sky | |
| Would scatter swine before pearls. | |
| One by One, the Centaur is breaking its chains | |
| And, after all, we're blood and flesh and pain. | |
| Cover it up high, cover it up low | |
| Cerebus stirring, | |
| Finally learning, | |
| Lamplighters' torches extinguish | |
| The flames of our fate. | |
| Six sturdy Bold held the Tiber | |
| Across the stakes they did swarm. | |
| And in a chance he was leaving | |
| Throughout his watch he was warning their guards. | |
| I met a man on a spreading kite | |
| Who set his course for the sun. | |
| But when I asked him what he'd found up there | |
| He said he'd just been for fun. | |
| Hour by hour the jigsaw is piecing together | |
| In fear and dread, we wait the final act, | |
| Gathering up high, gathering up low, | |
| See how the earth quakes | |
| Watch as the crust breaks | |
| Beating the air as the hot wind | |
| Comes my way. | |
| A million men marched on Memphis, | |
| To pay respects to their King | |
| But when they came to Fort Lauderville, | |
| They found they all had to sing – | |
| So we're getting so much wiser, it's so much fun. |
| zuo ci : Phillips | |
| Four thousand monks in a maelstrom | |
| All crying out for release. | |
| Three cheers for old Mother Hailsham | |
| She' s sticking to her beliefs. | |
| A hundred ships took to the high seas | |
| Intent on sailing the world. | |
| They might have known that a rainy sky | |
| Would scatter swine before pearls. | |
| One by One, the Centaur is breaking its chains | |
| And, after all, we' re blood and flesh and pain. | |
| Cover it up high, cover it up low | |
| Cerebus stirring, | |
| Finally learning, | |
| Lamplighters' torches extinguish | |
| The flames of our fate. | |
| Six sturdy Bold held the Tiber | |
| Across the stakes they did swarm. | |
| And in a chance he was leaving | |
| Throughout his watch he was warning their guards. | |
| I met a man on a spreading kite | |
| Who set his course for the sun. | |
| But when I asked him what he' d found up there | |
| He said he' d just been for fun. | |
| Hour by hour the jigsaw is piecing together | |
| In fear and dread, we wait the final act, | |
| Gathering up high, gathering up low, | |
| See how the earth quakes | |
| Watch as the crust breaks | |
| Beating the air as the hot wind | |
| Comes my way. | |
| A million men marched on Memphis, | |
| To pay respects to their King | |
| But when they came to Fort Lauderville, | |
| They found they all had to sing | |
| So we' re getting so much wiser, it' s so much fun. |
| zuò cí : Phillips | |
| Four thousand monks in a maelstrom | |
| All crying out for release. | |
| Three cheers for old Mother Hailsham | |
| She' s sticking to her beliefs. | |
| A hundred ships took to the high seas | |
| Intent on sailing the world. | |
| They might have known that a rainy sky | |
| Would scatter swine before pearls. | |
| One by One, the Centaur is breaking its chains | |
| And, after all, we' re blood and flesh and pain. | |
| Cover it up high, cover it up low | |
| Cerebus stirring, | |
| Finally learning, | |
| Lamplighters' torches extinguish | |
| The flames of our fate. | |
| Six sturdy Bold held the Tiber | |
| Across the stakes they did swarm. | |
| And in a chance he was leaving | |
| Throughout his watch he was warning their guards. | |
| I met a man on a spreading kite | |
| Who set his course for the sun. | |
| But when I asked him what he' d found up there | |
| He said he' d just been for fun. | |
| Hour by hour the jigsaw is piecing together | |
| In fear and dread, we wait the final act, | |
| Gathering up high, gathering up low, | |
| See how the earth quakes | |
| Watch as the crust breaks | |
| Beating the air as the hot wind | |
| Comes my way. | |
| A million men marched on Memphis, | |
| To pay respects to their King | |
| But when they came to Fort Lauderville, | |
| They found they all had to sing | |
| So we' re getting so much wiser, it' s so much fun. |