《Evil》歌词

[00:00:00] Evil - Joan Baez (琼·贝兹)

[00:00:30] While the red spittle of the grape-shot

[00:00:32] Whistles all day in the infinite blue sky:

[00:00:35] While the battalions scarlet or green fly

[00:00:39] By the King who jeers en masse into the pot:

[00:00:43] While the terrible stupidity grinds and crushes

[00:00:47] And makes a smoking heap of a thousand men:

[00:00:52] Poor Dead In summer among the rushes

[00:00:54] In your joy sacred Nature who created them

[00:00:58] There's a God who laughs at altar-cloths

[00:01:01] Of damask incense and great gold chalices:

[00:01:06] Who dozes to Hosannas for lullaby

[00:01:10] And wakes when mothers gathered in their grief

[00:01:14] Weeping under their old black bonnets sigh

[00:01:18] And yield Him the coin knotted in their handkerchief