Where are all the joys of yesterday?
Where, now, is the happiness and laughter that we shared?
Gone, like our childhood dreams,
time is a thief, and he ravages our gardens,
stripping saplings, felling trees,
trampling on our flowers,
sucking sap and drying seeds.
In the midnight candle-light of experience
all colour fades, green fingers grey.
Time, alone, shall murder all the flowers,
still, there's time to share our plots and all that we call 'ours'.
How much worse, then, if we all deny each others' needs
and keep our gardens privately?
Its getting colder, wind and rain leave gashes;
looking back, I only see the friends I've lost.
Fires smoulder, raking through the ashes
my hands are dirty, my mind is numb,
I count the cost of 'I':
"I need to get on, I've got to tend my garden;
got to shut you out, no time to crave your pardon now".
Now I see the garden that I've grown is
just the same as those outside;
the fences that, erected to protect, simply divide....
There's ruination everywhere,
the weather has played havoc with the grass...
does anyone believe his garden's really going to last?
In the time allotted us, can any man keep miserly his own?
Is there any pleasure in a solitary growth?
Come and see my garden if you will,
I'd like someone to see it all before each root is killed.
tear down the walls, if it's not too late!
There is so much sorrow in the world,
there is so much emptiness and heartbreak and pain.
Somewhere on the road we have all taken a wrong turn...
how can we build the right path again?
Through the grief, through the pain,
our flowers need each other's rain....
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:00.61]Where are all the joys of yesterday?
[00:11.38]Where, now, is the happiness and laughter that we shared?
[00:21.06]Gone, like our childhood dreams,
[00:29.68]time is a thief, and he ravages our gardens,
[00:39.28]stripping saplings, felling trees,
[00:46.86]trampling on our flowers,
[00:48.75]sucking sap and drying seeds.
[00:55.85]In the midnight candle-light of experience
[01:04.14]all colour fades, green fingers grey.
[01:20.47]Time, alone, shall murder all the flowers,
[01:27.92]still, there's time to share our plots and all that we call 'ours'.
[01:37.15]How much worse, then, if we all deny each others' needs
[01:45.99]and keep our gardens privately?
[01:54.18]Its getting colder, wind and rain leave gashes;
[01:58.27]looking back, I only see the friends I've lost.
[02:04.31]Fires smoulder, raking through the ashes
[02:07.71]my hands are dirty, my mind is numb,
[02:10.64]I count the cost of 'I':
[02:17.27]"I need to get on, I've got to tend my garden;
[02:21.23]got to shut you out, no time to crave your pardon now".
[02:42.46]Now I see the garden that I've grown is
[02:45.46]just the same as those outside;
[02:51.21]the fences that, erected to protect, simply divide....
[03:00.50]There's ruination everywhere,
[03:02.32]the weather has played havoc with the grass...
[03:08.21]does anyone believe his garden's really going to last?
[03:17.48]In the time allotted us, can any man keep miserly his own?
[03:24.63]Is there any pleasure in a solitary growth?
[04:20.87]Come and see my garden if you will,
[04:28.87]I'd like someone to see it all before each root is killed.
[04:51.21]tear down the walls, if it's not too late!
[05:07.09]There is so much sorrow in the world,
[05:14.42]there is so much emptiness and heartbreak and pain.
[05:23.78]Somewhere on the road we have all taken a wrong turn...
[05:32.22]how can we build the right path again?
[05:48.60]Through the grief, through the pain,
[06:01.29]our flowers need each other's rain....
Where are all the joys of yesterday?
Where, now, is the happiness and laughter that we shared?
Gone, like our childhood dreams,
time is a thief, and he ravages our gardens,
stripping saplings, felling trees,
trampling on our flowers,
sucking sap and drying seeds.
In the midnight candle-light of experience
all colour fades, green fingers grey.
Time, alone, shall murder all the flowers,
still, there's time to share our plots and all that we call 'ours'.
How much worse, then, if we all deny each others' needs
and keep our gardens privately?
Its getting colder, wind and rain leave gashes;
looking back, I only see the friends I've lost.
Fires smoulder, raking through the ashes
my hands are dirty, my mind is numb,
I count the cost of 'I':
"I need to get on, I've got to tend my garden;
got to shut you out, no time to crave your pardon now".
Now I see the garden that I've grown is
just the same as those outside;
the fences that, erected to protect, simply divide....
There's ruination everywhere,
the weather has played havoc with the grass...
does anyone believe his garden's really going to last?
In the time allotted us, can any man keep miserly his own?
Is there any pleasure in a solitary growth?
Come and see my garden if you will,
I'd like someone to see it all before each root is killed.
tear down the walls, if it's not too late!
There is so much sorrow in the world,
there is so much emptiness and heartbreak and pain.
Somewhere on the road we have all taken a wrong turn...
how can we build the right path again?
Through the grief, through the pain,
our flowers need each other's rain....
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:00.61]Where are all the joys of yesterday?
[00:11.38]Where, now, is the happiness and laughter that we shared?
[00:21.06]Gone, like our childhood dreams,
[00:29.68]time is a thief, and he ravages our gardens,
[00:39.28]stripping saplings, felling trees,
[00:46.86]trampling on our flowers,
[00:48.75]sucking sap and drying seeds.
[00:55.85]In the midnight candle-light of experience
[01:04.14]all colour fades, green fingers grey.
[01:20.47]Time, alone, shall murder all the flowers,
[01:27.92]still, there's time to share our plots and all that we call 'ours'.
[01:37.15]How much worse, then, if we all deny each others' needs
[01:45.99]and keep our gardens privately?
[01:54.18]Its getting colder, wind and rain leave gashes;
[01:58.27]looking back, I only see the friends I've lost.
[02:04.31]Fires smoulder, raking through the ashes
[02:07.71]my hands are dirty, my mind is numb,
[02:10.64]I count the cost of 'I':
[02:17.27]"I need to get on, I've got to tend my garden;
[02:21.23]got to shut you out, no time to crave your pardon now".
[02:42.46]Now I see the garden that I've grown is
[02:45.46]just the same as those outside;
[02:51.21]the fences that, erected to protect, simply divide....
[03:00.50]There's ruination everywhere,
[03:02.32]the weather has played havoc with the grass...
[03:08.21]does anyone believe his garden's really going to last?
[03:17.48]In the time allotted us, can any man keep miserly his own?
[03:24.63]Is there any pleasure in a solitary growth?
[04:20.87]Come and see my garden if you will,
[04:28.87]I'd like someone to see it all before each root is killed.
[04:51.21]tear down the walls, if it's not too late!
[05:07.09]There is so much sorrow in the world,
[05:14.42]there is so much emptiness and heartbreak and pain.
[05:23.78]Somewhere on the road we have all taken a wrong turn...
[05:32.22]how can we build the right path again?
[05:48.60]Through the grief, through the pain,
[06:01.29]our flowers need each other's rain....
We play games and every move
is noted down as a subsequent cause
and effectively chains our freedom and will to live;
we settle in to simple survival,...
The stars in the heavens still shine up above me:
How lovely they'd seem if you were with me
But you're gone through the looking-glass
And I am left t...
Drawing back the curtains,
Sluggish city daylight in the afternoon...
Just before you walk out of the hotel room.
Each time we're so close I assume
Th...
A brand new baby was born yesterday
Just in time
Papa cried, baby cried
Said your tears are like mine
I heard some words
From a friend on the phone
Th...
Silently I rest in the tall green grass
and look steadily upwards.
Birds sing ceaselessly around me,
and the blue of the sky surrounds me strangely.
O...
Been alone so long
that I've forgotten what it's like
to feel somebody next to me
and hear her breathing peacefully
when I wake up at night.
Been alon...
Still In The Dark
Artist: Aranda
I am empty I am done
There is nothing wrong
You have been and you have gone
Like my favorite song
I caught the end bu...
Everyone you hold takes a piece of you away;
everyone you know pricks the image of the human clay
and everybody's laughing –
the joke goes mouth to mo...
So many years ago, I thought you were the one –
adrift upon their lives, encompassed by the past?
Who knows which one becomes the last goodbye?
Don't ...