《The Eleven (Live at the Carousel， San Francisco， CA， February 14， 1968)》歌词

[00:05:05] The Eleven [Live at the Carousel, San Francisco, CA, February 14, 1968

[00:05:05] High green chilly winds and windy vines

[00:05:05] In loops around the twisted shafts of lavender,

[00:05:05] Theyre crawling to the sun.

[00:05:05] Underfoot the ground is patched

[00:05:05] With arms of ivy wrapped around the manzanita,

[00:05:05] Stark and shiny in the breeze.

[00:05:05] Wonder who will water all the children of the garden

[00:05:05] When they sigh about the barren lack of rain and

[00:05:05] Droop so hungry neath the sky.

[00:05:05] William tell has stretched his bow till it won't stretch

[00:05:05] No furthermore and/or it may require a change that hasnt come before.

[00:05:05] No more time to tell how, this is the season of what,

[00:05:05] Now is the time of returning with our thought

[00:05:05] Jewels polished and gleaming.

[00:05:05] Now is the time past believing the child has relinquished the rein,

[00:05:05] Now is the test of the boomerang tossed in the night of redeeming.

[00:05:05] Seven faced marble eyed transitory dream doll,

[00:05:05] Six proud walkers on the jingle bell rainbow,

[00:05:05] Five men writing with fingers of gold,

[00:05:05] Four men tracking down the great white sperm whale,

[00:05:05] Three girls waiting in a foreign dominion

[00:05:05] Riding in the whalebelly, fade away in moonlight,

[00:05:05] Sink beneath the waters to the coral sands below.