The Woman and the Bell歌词
歌手：Punch Brothers 专辑：Antifogmatic
Captain, if it's all the same to you
Let me ready a lifeboat
Sorry, son, though your heart may be true,
You'd best get it stoutened or
I'll run it through.
Here's a sip to wash the wicked words back down your throat.
I know my ship, my catch, and my men,
And I know what you think you've seen"Captain, you may well take offense,But something has to be done nonethelessOr it's off to Davy's Locker for to calm the sea.Sir, it's angry, you're not listening,I saw a woman, I heard a bell.Captain, the rum welling up in your eyesWill chase neither care nor curseNor will abstinence, son, for my fertile mind bore this ghostOf the true dove that I've left behind, and you'll make her hauntNo lifeboat while I'm gone from her.I hear the peal of our wedding bellsMany miles away and months from nowCaptain, if you can't but do well by a phantom future,You're destined to dwell and weep and gnash your teethWith all the rightly drowned.Sir, I'm fighting for a home on the Fiddler's Green,Not for a woman and a bell.Captain, the sea took your ship, catch, and men,Left you, me, and this lifeboatSorry, son, you're dead wrong again.I'll sail on with only the love you condemn,Having offered up your weak heart for a safe trip home.
Let me ready a lifeboat
Sorry, son, though your heart may be true,
You'd best get it stoutened or
I'll run it through.
Here's a sip to wash the wicked words back down your throat.
I know my ship, my catch, and my men,
And I know what you think you've seen"Captain, you may well take offense,But something has to be done nonethelessOr it's off to Davy's Locker for to calm the sea.Sir, it's angry, you're not listening,I saw a woman, I heard a bell.Captain, the rum welling up in your eyesWill chase neither care nor curseNor will abstinence, son, for my fertile mind bore this ghostOf the true dove that I've left behind, and you'll make her hauntNo lifeboat while I'm gone from her.I hear the peal of our wedding bellsMany miles away and months from nowCaptain, if you can't but do well by a phantom future,You're destined to dwell and weep and gnash your teethWith all the rightly drowned.Sir, I'm fighting for a home on the Fiddler's Green,Not for a woman and a bell.Captain, the sea took your ship, catch, and men,Left you, me, and this lifeboatSorry, son, you're dead wrong again.I'll sail on with only the love you condemn,Having offered up your weak heart for a safe trip home.
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