I see the world With a heart that knows In shadow play Rain Tree Crow I put no trust in mile stones Disparate hopes Halfway homes I share the world
In a heart of hearts We were wrong There's no love All sense has gone Strike the match Stand well back This boat's for burning
I shattered dream on a bed of lies Now my love dies in cries Cries and whispers My heart grew wings under desert skies Now my love dies in cries Cries
I haul you in a sea of silence On the border line of truth Hope and violence I see no sun I see no place I've loved Depending on the signs to find the
She brings me water "Sweeter than wine" Lost in a moment Summertime Counting the hours Beating out time Shallow as any heart I could hope to find Move
The beat of his wings Under moon never tire As Blackcrow descends Steeling somebody else's fire Suffering's no cause for pity As Blackcrow hits shoe
I touched his hand It burned like coal I put paid to the devil And I saw the mountain fall Fall on Feel like crying The joke's gone too far You can be
Rain Tree Crow I put no trust in mile stones Disparate hopes Halfway homes I share the world with one who knows The light still shines In shadow play Rain
译文: 侧裂,大卫. 雨树乌鸦.
burn 'cause the world won't learn Looks like I'm gonna build my shelter again Such a messed up world we're living in today Thank God for the rain
is fruit for the crows to pluck For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop Here is a strange and bitter cry
Me and the trees, losing our leaves Falling like blood on the cross I want to be evergreen Everything dies, I know last night Part of me wasn't around
high to look in the sky, and know that is a miracle open wide. Look at the mountains trees the seven seas, and everything chillin under water please, hot lava, snow, rain
. Here is fruit for the crows to pluck, For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck, For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop, Here is a strange and
the rain comes tumbling down Plant your rows straight and long Thicker than with pray'r and song Mother Earth will make you strong If you give her love and care Old crow
tomato plants Sunburt face, skinned up knees The kitchen's chocked with zucchinis I'm shopping at the A&P's Next time I get the chance Old crow watching from a tree
dreaming fields But what will be my harvest now? Where every tear that falls on a memory feels Like rain on a rusted plow, rain on a rusted plow Like the rain
of magnolia, clean and fresh Then the sudden smell of burnin' flesh Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck