作词 : Don McLean 作曲 : Don McLean See the picture that I'm holding A picture of us three Standing in the summertime At Quogue down by the sea We stood there just a minute Quogue is an Indian name There were no cars back then There were no cars back then When the Indians came
We never traveled anywhere We never did a thing Compared to them I guess you'd say I'm some kind of travel king We lived near manaramay That's an Indian name There were no houses then There were no houses then When the Indians came
When the Indians came There were no private schools No traffic cops No highway rules When the Indians came They left their name The word alone can outlast stone The Indians lay in holy ground The place my parents now have found
They're buried on a hill of stone Rocks of ages stand alone Their names are carved for all to see But no one knows their names but me I remember in that picture My life had just begun Now the three of us are fading The three of us are fading in an Indian sun
[00:00.000] 作词 : Don McLean [00:01.000] 作曲 : Don McLean [00:11.55]See the picture that I'm holding [00:17.07]A picture of us three [00:22.87]Standing in the summertime [00:27.48]At Quogue down by the sea [00:33.93]We stood there just a minute [00:40.00]Quogue is an Indian name [00:44.98]There were no cars back then [00:50.38]There were no cars back then [00:55.77]When the Indians came [01:01.84] [01:09.32]We never traveled anywhere [01:16.14]We never did a thing [01:20.81]Compared to them I guess you'd say [01:26.22]I'm some kind of travel king [01:32.46]We lived near manaramay [01:38.72]That's an Indian name [01:44.16]There were no houses then [01:49.83]There were no houses then [01:54.56]When the Indians came [01:57.72] [02:07.79]When the Indians came [02:11.91]There were no private schools [02:14.17]No traffic cops [02:17.75]No highway rules [02:21.30]When the Indians came [02:24.71]They left their name [02:27.85]The word alone can outlast stone [02:34.00]The Indians lay in holy ground [02:40.24]The place my parents now have found [02:47.71] [02:58.96]They're buried on a hill of stone [03:04.29]Rocks of ages stand alone [03:09.86]Their names are carved for all to see [03:15.53]But no one knows their names but me [03:22.08]I remember in that picture [03:29.22]My life had just begun [03:35.75]Now the three of us are fading [03:41.72]The three of us are fading in an Indian sun
