《Emma Rose》歌词

[00:00:00] Emma Rose - Kate Wolf

[00:00:10] Gray-haired and flint-eyed his sunburned face lined

[00:00:15] Grandpa was a man of few words

[00:00:19] He had a way of not wanting to say

[00:00:23] Any more than he thought would be heard

[00:00:29] The long years of living day-to-day giving

[00:00:33] Had carved out a map on his face

[00:00:38] With little to lose he'd learned how to choose

[00:00:42] And his choices were easy to trace

[00:00:46] He had the eyes of a painter

[00:00:49] Heart of a maker of songs

[00:00:54] His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain

[00:00:59] Precious and so quickly gone

[00:01:05] From a long line of teachers white baptist preachers

[00:01:10] He was born with an indian will

[00:01:14] His quiet dark eyes reading the light

[00:01:18] As he rode in the low osage hills

[00:01:23] His school was the prairie the sage the wild berry

[00:01:28] The quail the wide open sky

[00:01:32] The cottonwood thicket by the slow rolling river

[00:01:37] The redbud and the hot cattle drive

[00:01:41] He had the eyes of a painter

[00:01:44] Heart of a maker of songs

[00:01:48] His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain

[00:01:53] Precious and so quickly gone

[00:02:06] There were days filled with thinking nights with the drinking

[00:02:11] For a lost love that raged like a storm

[00:02:15] Oh but how his eyes smiled when he'd talk to a child

[00:02:20] The rough hands so gentle and warm

[00:02:24] His strong arms were brown where the long sleeves

[00:02:28] Rolled down on his faded blue cotton shirt

[00:02:33] When times got hard he'd go out in the yard

[00:02:37] And he'd cuss away some of his hurt

[00:02:42] He had the eyes of a painter

[00:02:45] Heart of a maker of songs

[00:02:49] His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain

[00:02:54] Precious and so quickly gone

[00:03:01] Now the garden's grown dusty hand axe lies rusty

[00:03:05] The door's banging hard in the wind

[00:03:09] Grandpa's store is closed down like most of the town

[00:03:15] And it won't be open again

[00:03:19] And the big white car sits out in the yard

[00:03:23] Of the house he built solid and true

[00:03:27] Oh but I see his eyes burning tonight

[00:03:32] Like the stars in the sky he once knew

[00:03:36] He had the eyes of a painter

[00:03:39] Heart of a maker of songs

[00:03:43] His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain

[00:03:49] Precious and so quickly gone

[00:03:52] His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain

[00:03:58] Precious and so quickly gone