作词 : Anderson In the half-tone light of a young morning She sighs and shifts on the pillow. And across her face dancing, the first shadows fly To kiss the ***** willow. In her fairy-tale world she's a lost soul singing In a sad voice nobody hears. She waits in her castle of make-believing For her white knight to appear. Pusy willow --- down fur-lined avenue Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes. Runs for the train --- see, eight o'clock's coming Cutting dreams down to size again. ***** willow --- down fur-lined avenue Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes. Runs from the train. hear her typewriter humming Cutting dreams down to size again. She longs for the east and a pale dress flowing An apartment in old mayfair. Or to fish the spey, spinning the first run of spring Or to die for a cause somewhere. ***** willow --- down fur-lined avenue Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes. Runs from the train. hear her typewriter humming Cutting dreams down to size again.
作词 : Anderson In the half-tone light of a young morning She sighs and shifts on the pillow. And across her face dancing, the first shadows fly To kiss the ***** willow. In her fairy-tale world she's a lost soul singing In a sad voice nobody hears. She waits in her castle of make-believing For her white knight to appear. Pusy willow --- down fur-lined avenue Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes. Runs for the train --- see, eight o'clock's coming Cutting dreams down to size again. ***** willow --- down fur-lined avenue Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes. Runs from the train. hear her typewriter humming Cutting dreams down to size again. She longs for the east and a pale dress flowing An apartment in old mayfair. Or to fish the spey, spinning the first run of spring Or to die for a cause somewhere. ***** willow --- down fur-lined avenue Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes. Runs from the train. hear her typewriter humming Cutting dreams down to size again.