《Three Dreamers》歌词

[00:00:01] Three Dreamers - Bert Jansch

[00:00:14] Under the archway across the cold courtyard

[00:00:20] Up the stone stairway all pitted and worn

[00:00:26] To a room in a shambles with orange-boxes for chairs

[00:00:33] Our lives lay scattered still yet to be born

[00:00:45] Daylight would show you the cracks in the ceiling

[00:00:51] Wallpaper hanging all tattered and torn

[00:00:58] It looks like a junkyard of paraphernalia

[00:01:04] Where three dreamers dreamed dreams still yet to be born

[00:01:47] One was a dreamer a love-torn romantic

[00:01:53] Who sang ballads of barons and ladies forlorn

[00:02:00] Who carved love-chains of oakwood to capture his sweethearts

[00:02:08] And life lay before him still yet to be born

[00:02:18] The other was a maker of dreams from his fingers

[00:02:25] Like a harp from old Ireland that would play night and morn

[00:02:31] He would weave you and spin you a yarn to remember

[00:02:38] And leave you with sweet dreams still yet to be born