| Song | Pleasures of the Harbor |
| Artist | Phil Ochs |
| Album | Gunfight at Carnegie Hall |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Ochs | |
| Pleasures of the Harbor | |
| Phil Ochs | |
| And the ship sets the sail | |
| They've lived the tale | |
| To carry to the shore | |
| Straining at the oars | |
| Or staring from the rail | |
| And the sea bids farewell | |
| She waves in swells | |
| And sends them on their way | |
| Time has been her pay | |
| And time will have to tell | |
| Soon your sailing will be over | |
| Come and take the pleasures of the har - bor | |
| And the anchor hits the sand | |
| The hungry hands | |
| Have tied them to the port | |
| The hour will be short | |
| For leisure on the land | |
| And the girls scent the air | |
| They seem so fair | |
| With paint on their face | |
| Soft is their embrace | |
| to lead them up the stairs | |
| Soon your sailing will be over | |
| Come and take the pleasures of the harbor | |
| In the room dark and dim | |
| Touch of skin | |
| He asks her of her name | |
| She answers with no shame | |
| And not a sense of sin | |
| Until the fingers draw the blinds | |
| Sip of wine | |
| The cigarette of doubt | |
| The candle is blown out | |
| The darkness is so kind | |
| Soon your sailing will be over | |
| Come and take the pleasures of the harbor | |
| And the shadows frame the light | |
| Same old sight | |
| Thrill has blown away | |
| Now all alone they lay | |
| Two strangers in the night | |
| Till his heart skips a beat | |
| He's on his feet | |
| To shipmates he must join | |
| She's counting up the coins | |
| He's swallowed by the street | |
| Soon your sailing will be over | |
| Come and take the pleasures of the harbor | |
| In the bar hangs a cloud | |
| The whiskey's loud | |
| There's laughter in their eyes | |
| The lonely in disguse | |
| Are clinging to the crowd | |
| And the bottle fills the glass | |
| The haze is fast | |
| He's trembling for the taste | |
| Of passion gone to waste | |
| In memories of the past | |
| Soon your sailing will be over | |
| Come and take the pleasures of the harbor | |
| In the alley, red with rain | |
| Cry of pain | |
| For love was but a smile | |
| Teasing all the while | |
| Now dancing down the drain | |
| 'Till the boys reach the dock | |
| They gently mock | |
| Lift him on their backs | |
| Lay him on his rack | |
| And leave beneath the light | |
| Soon your sailing will be over | |
| Come and take the pleasures of the harbor | |
| And the ship sets the sail | |
| They've lived the tale | |
| To carry from the shore | |
| Straining at the oars | |
| Or staring from the rail | |
| And the sea bids farewell | |
| She waves in swells | |
| And sends them on their way | |
| Time has been her pay | |
| And time will have to tell | |
| Soon your sailing will be over | |
| Come and take the pleasures of the harbor |
| zuo ci : Ochs | |
| Pleasures of the Harbor | |
| Phil Ochs | |
| And the ship sets the sail | |
| They' ve lived the tale | |
| To carry to the shore | |
| Straining at the oars | |
| Or staring from the rail | |
| And the sea bids farewell | |
| She waves in swells | |
| And sends them on their way | |
| Time has been her pay | |
| And time will have to tell | |
| Soon your sailing will be over | |
| Come and take the pleasures of the har bor | |
| And the anchor hits the sand | |
| The hungry hands | |
| Have tied them to the port | |
| The hour will be short | |
| For leisure on the land | |
| And the girls scent the air | |
| They seem so fair | |
| With paint on their face | |
| Soft is their embrace | |
| to lead them up the stairs | |
| Soon your sailing will be over | |
| Come and take the pleasures of the harbor | |
| In the room dark and dim | |
| Touch of skin | |
| He asks her of her name | |
| She answers with no shame | |
| And not a sense of sin | |
| Until the fingers draw the blinds | |
| Sip of wine | |
| The cigarette of doubt | |
| The candle is blown out | |
| The darkness is so kind | |
| Soon your sailing will be over | |
| Come and take the pleasures of the harbor | |
| And the shadows frame the light | |
| Same old sight | |
| Thrill has blown away | |
| Now all alone they lay | |
| Two strangers in the night | |
| Till his heart skips a beat | |
| He' s on his feet | |
| To shipmates he must join | |
| She' s counting up the coins | |
| He' s swallowed by the street | |
| Soon your sailing will be over | |
| Come and take the pleasures of the harbor | |
| In the bar hangs a cloud | |
| The whiskey' s loud | |
| There' s laughter in their eyes | |
| The lonely in disguse | |
| Are clinging to the crowd | |
| And the bottle fills the glass | |
| The haze is fast | |
| He' s trembling for the taste | |
| Of passion gone to waste | |
| In memories of the past | |
| Soon your sailing will be over | |
| Come and take the pleasures of the harbor | |
| In the alley, red with rain | |
| Cry of pain | |
| For love was but a smile | |
| Teasing all the while | |
| Now dancing down the drain | |
| ' Till the boys reach the dock | |
| They gently mock | |
| Lift him on their backs | |
| Lay him on his rack | |
| And leave beneath the light | |
| Soon your sailing will be over | |
| Come and take the pleasures of the harbor | |
| And the ship sets the sail | |
| They' ve lived the tale | |
| To carry from the shore | |
| Straining at the oars | |
| Or staring from the rail | |
| And the sea bids farewell | |
| She waves in swells | |
| And sends them on their way | |
| Time has been her pay | |
| And time will have to tell | |
| Soon your sailing will be over | |
| Come and take the pleasures of the harbor |
| zuò cí : Ochs | |
| Pleasures of the Harbor | |
| Phil Ochs | |
| And the ship sets the sail | |
| They' ve lived the tale | |
| To carry to the shore | |
| Straining at the oars | |
| Or staring from the rail | |
| And the sea bids farewell | |
| She waves in swells | |
| And sends them on their way | |
| Time has been her pay | |
| And time will have to tell | |
| Soon your sailing will be over | |
| Come and take the pleasures of the har bor | |
| And the anchor hits the sand | |
| The hungry hands | |
| Have tied them to the port | |
| The hour will be short | |
| For leisure on the land | |
| And the girls scent the air | |
| They seem so fair | |
| With paint on their face | |
| Soft is their embrace | |
| to lead them up the stairs | |
| Soon your sailing will be over | |
| Come and take the pleasures of the harbor | |
| In the room dark and dim | |
| Touch of skin | |
| He asks her of her name | |
| She answers with no shame | |
| And not a sense of sin | |
| Until the fingers draw the blinds | |
| Sip of wine | |
| The cigarette of doubt | |
| The candle is blown out | |
| The darkness is so kind | |
| Soon your sailing will be over | |
| Come and take the pleasures of the harbor | |
| And the shadows frame the light | |
| Same old sight | |
| Thrill has blown away | |
| Now all alone they lay | |
| Two strangers in the night | |
| Till his heart skips a beat | |
| He' s on his feet | |
| To shipmates he must join | |
| She' s counting up the coins | |
| He' s swallowed by the street | |
| Soon your sailing will be over | |
| Come and take the pleasures of the harbor | |
| In the bar hangs a cloud | |
| The whiskey' s loud | |
| There' s laughter in their eyes | |
| The lonely in disguse | |
| Are clinging to the crowd | |
| And the bottle fills the glass | |
| The haze is fast | |
| He' s trembling for the taste | |
| Of passion gone to waste | |
| In memories of the past | |
| Soon your sailing will be over | |
| Come and take the pleasures of the harbor | |
| In the alley, red with rain | |
| Cry of pain | |
| For love was but a smile | |
| Teasing all the while | |
| Now dancing down the drain | |
| ' Till the boys reach the dock | |
| They gently mock | |
| Lift him on their backs | |
| Lay him on his rack | |
| And leave beneath the light | |
| Soon your sailing will be over | |
| Come and take the pleasures of the harbor | |
| And the ship sets the sail | |
| They' ve lived the tale | |
| To carry from the shore | |
| Straining at the oars | |
| Or staring from the rail | |
| And the sea bids farewell | |
| She waves in swells | |
| And sends them on their way | |
| Time has been her pay | |
| And time will have to tell | |
| Soon your sailing will be over | |
| Come and take the pleasures of the harbor |