《P**sy Willow》歌词

[00:00:00] In the half-tone light of a young morning

[00:00:35] She sighs and shifts on the pillow.

[00:00:58] And across her face dancing, the first shadows fly

[00:01:10] To kiss the p**sy willow.

[00:01:31] In her fairy-tale world she's a lost soul singing

[00:01:36] In a sad voice nobody hears.

[00:01:40] She waits in her castle of make-believing

[00:01:42] For her white knight to appear.

[00:01:43] Pusy Willow ---down fur-lined avenue

[00:01:44] Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes.

[00:01:58] Runs for the train ---see, eight o'clock's coming

[00:02:19] Cutting dreams down to size again.

[00:02:20] P**sy Willow ---down fur-lined avenue

[00:02:46] Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes.

[00:02:47] Runs from the train. Hear her typewriter humming

[00:02:57] Cutting dreams down to size again.

[00:03:04] She longs for the East and a pale dress flowing

[00:03:17] An apartment in old mayfair.

[00:03:22] Or to fish the Spey, spinning the first run of Spring

[00:03:23] Or to die for a cause somewhere.

[00:03:24] P**sy Willow ---down fur-lined avenue

[00:03:24] Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes.

[00:03:28] Runs from the train. Hear her typewriter humming

[00:03:31] Cutting dreams down to size again.