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  • 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.