| Song | Legend of a Girl Child Linda |
| Artist | Donovan |
| Album | Sunshine Superman [UK] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Donovan | |
| From the album sunshine superman | |
| I will bring you gold apples | |
| and grapes made of rubies | |
| That have shone in the eyes of | |
| a prince of the breeze. | |
| Bright cascading crystals, | |
| they danced in the sand dunes | |
| On the beach of no footprints | |
| to harpsichord tunes. | |
| A throne of white ivory, | |
| a gown of white lace | |
| Lies still in the magic | |
| of a timeless place. | |
| One hundred small children, | |
| they laugh at the white doves | |
| That rest on their hands | |
| with the touch of love. | |
| On a hillside of velvet | |
| the children they lay down | |
| And make fun of the grown-ups | |
| with their silly frown. | |
| And the sound of their laughter | |
| is the sound of the green sea | |
| As it washed around the foot of | |
| the seashell tree. | |
| The doves circle over | |
| and land in the trees | |
| Where parrots are talking | |
| their words with such ease. | |
| Thus spoke three wizards | |
| to the young ones that day: | |
| »There’s sadness in the kingdom, | |
| make it go far away.« | |
| If you follow the sunbeams | |
| through the valley of flowers | |
| To the palace of the White Queen | |
| with its white jade towers. | |
| The youngest, she sighed then | |
| the clouds drew away | |
| And a hundred small fingers | |
| scratched their heads in dismay. | |
| From out of the sun a | |
| giant gull came flying | |
| And the children got ready | |
| to sit on its wings. | |
| They waved to the raindrops | |
| as they soared over the trees | |
| The wind tossed their hair high, | |
| flashing gold on the sea. | |
| They came to the castle | |
| and there they did fall, | |
| And they saw all the sadness, | |
| through the crystal wall. | |
| A princess lay a-sleeping | |
| so gentle and kind | |
| Whilst her prince took to battle | |
| with his confused mind. | |
| The clash of bright metal | |
| brought the children fear, | |
| But their cloaks of blue satin | |
| dried up all of these tears. | |
| Thus children held hands and | |
| they spelled out their name | |
| All the golden children | |
| became a golden chain. | |
| It lies on a white throne | |
| in a magic place | |
| With a tunic of velvet | |
| and a gown of white lace. | |
| My sword, it lies broken | |
| and cast in a lake | |
| In a dream I was told that | |
| my princess would wake. |
| zuo ci : Donovan | |
| From the album sunshine superman | |
| I will bring you gold apples | |
| and grapes made of rubies | |
| That have shone in the eyes of | |
| a prince of the breeze. | |
| Bright cascading crystals, | |
| they danced in the sand dunes | |
| On the beach of no footprints | |
| to harpsichord tunes. | |
| A throne of white ivory, | |
| a gown of white lace | |
| Lies still in the magic | |
| of a timeless place. | |
| One hundred small children, | |
| they laugh at the white doves | |
| That rest on their hands | |
| with the touch of love. | |
| On a hillside of velvet | |
| the children they lay down | |
| And make fun of the grownups | |
| with their silly frown. | |
| And the sound of their laughter | |
| is the sound of the green sea | |
| As it washed around the foot of | |
| the seashell tree. | |
| The doves circle over | |
| and land in the trees | |
| Where parrots are talking | |
| their words with such ease. | |
| Thus spoke three wizards | |
| to the young ones that day: | |
| There' s sadness in the kingdom, | |
| make it go far away. | |
| If you follow the sunbeams | |
| through the valley of flowers | |
| To the palace of the White Queen | |
| with its white jade towers. | |
| The youngest, she sighed then | |
| the clouds drew away | |
| And a hundred small fingers | |
| scratched their heads in dismay. | |
| From out of the sun a | |
| giant gull came flying | |
| And the children got ready | |
| to sit on its wings. | |
| They waved to the raindrops | |
| as they soared over the trees | |
| The wind tossed their hair high, | |
| flashing gold on the sea. | |
| They came to the castle | |
| and there they did fall, | |
| And they saw all the sadness, | |
| through the crystal wall. | |
| A princess lay asleeping | |
| so gentle and kind | |
| Whilst her prince took to battle | |
| with his confused mind. | |
| The clash of bright metal | |
| brought the children fear, | |
| But their cloaks of blue satin | |
| dried up all of these tears. | |
| Thus children held hands and | |
| they spelled out their name | |
| All the golden children | |
| became a golden chain. | |
| It lies on a white throne | |
| in a magic place | |
| With a tunic of velvet | |
| and a gown of white lace. | |
| My sword, it lies broken | |
| and cast in a lake | |
| In a dream I was told that | |
| my princess would wake. |
| zuò cí : Donovan | |
| From the album sunshine superman | |
| I will bring you gold apples | |
| and grapes made of rubies | |
| That have shone in the eyes of | |
| a prince of the breeze. | |
| Bright cascading crystals, | |
| they danced in the sand dunes | |
| On the beach of no footprints | |
| to harpsichord tunes. | |
| A throne of white ivory, | |
| a gown of white lace | |
| Lies still in the magic | |
| of a timeless place. | |
| One hundred small children, | |
| they laugh at the white doves | |
| That rest on their hands | |
| with the touch of love. | |
| On a hillside of velvet | |
| the children they lay down | |
| And make fun of the grownups | |
| with their silly frown. | |
| And the sound of their laughter | |
| is the sound of the green sea | |
| As it washed around the foot of | |
| the seashell tree. | |
| The doves circle over | |
| and land in the trees | |
| Where parrots are talking | |
| their words with such ease. | |
| Thus spoke three wizards | |
| to the young ones that day: | |
| There' s sadness in the kingdom, | |
| make it go far away. | |
| If you follow the sunbeams | |
| through the valley of flowers | |
| To the palace of the White Queen | |
| with its white jade towers. | |
| The youngest, she sighed then | |
| the clouds drew away | |
| And a hundred small fingers | |
| scratched their heads in dismay. | |
| From out of the sun a | |
| giant gull came flying | |
| And the children got ready | |
| to sit on its wings. | |
| They waved to the raindrops | |
| as they soared over the trees | |
| The wind tossed their hair high, | |
| flashing gold on the sea. | |
| They came to the castle | |
| and there they did fall, | |
| And they saw all the sadness, | |
| through the crystal wall. | |
| A princess lay asleeping | |
| so gentle and kind | |
| Whilst her prince took to battle | |
| with his confused mind. | |
| The clash of bright metal | |
| brought the children fear, | |
| But their cloaks of blue satin | |
| dried up all of these tears. | |
| Thus children held hands and | |
| they spelled out their name | |
| All the golden children | |
| became a golden chain. | |
| It lies on a white throne | |
| in a magic place | |
| With a tunic of velvet | |
| and a gown of white lace. | |
| My sword, it lies broken | |
| and cast in a lake | |
| In a dream I was told that | |
| my princess would wake. |