Mrs Hemingway-Mary Chapin Carpenter

专辑 : The Age Of Miracles
语种 : 英语
时长 : 05:59

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TXT Mrs Hemingway-Mary Chapin Carpenter 文本歌词

Mrs Hemingway - Mary Chapin Carpenter (玛丽翠萍·卡本特)
We packed up our books and our dishes
Our dreams and your worsted wool suits
We sailed on the 8th of December
Farewell old Hudson River
Here comes the sea
And love was as new
And as bright and as true
When I loved you and you loved me
Two steamer trunks in the carriage
Safe arrival we cabled back home
It was just a few days before Christmas
We filled our stockings with wishes
And walked for hours
Arm and arm through the rain
To the glassed-in cafe
That held us like hot house flowers
Living in Paris in attics and garrets
Where the coal merchants climb every stair
The dance hall next door
Is filled with sailors and whores
And the music floats up through the air
There's Sancerre and oysters
Cathedrals and cloisters
And time with its unerring aim
For now we can say we were lucky most days
And throw a rose into the Seine
Love is the greatest deceiver
It hollows you out like a drum
And suddenly nothing is certain
As if all the clouds closed the curtains
And blocked the sun
And friends now are strangers
In this city of dangers
As cold and as cruel as they come
Sometimes I look at old pictures
And smile at how happy we were
How easy it was to be hungry
It wasn't for fame or for money
It was for love
Now my copper hair's grey
As the stone on the quay
In the city where magic was
Living in Paris in attics and garrets
Where the coal merchants climb every stair
The dance hall next door
Is filled with sailors and whores
And the music floats up through the air
There's Sancerre and oysters
And Notre Dame's cloisters
And time with its unerring aim
And now we can say
We were lucky most days
And throw a rose into the Seine
And now I can say
I was lucky most days
And throw a rose into the Seine