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  • 作词 : Donovan
    From the album sunshine superman
    I will bring you gold apples
    and grapes made of rubies
    That have shone in the eyes of
    a prince of the breeze.
    Bright cascading crystals,
    they danced in the sand dunes
    On the beach of no footprints
    to harpsichord tunes.
    A throne of white ivory,
    a gown of white lace
    Lies still in the magic
    of a timeless place.
    One hundred small children,
    they laugh at the white doves
    That rest on their hands
    with the touch of love.
    On a hillside of velvet
    the children they lay down
    And make fun of the grown-ups
    with their silly frown.
    And the sound of their laughter
    is the sound of the green sea
    As it washed around the foot of
    the seashell tree.
    The doves circle over
    and land in the trees
    Where parrots are talking
    their words with such ease.
    Thus spoke three wizards
    to the young ones that day:
    »There’s sadness in the kingdom,
    make it go far away.«
    If you follow the sunbeams
    through the valley of flowers
    To the palace of the White Queen
    with its white jade towers.
    The youngest, she sighed then
    the clouds drew away
    And a hundred small fingers
    scratched their heads in dismay.
    From out of the sun a
    giant gull came flying
    And the children got ready
    to sit on its wings.
    They waved to the raindrops
    as they soared over the trees
    The wind tossed their hair high,
    flashing gold on the sea.
    They came to the castle
    and there they did fall,
    And they saw all the sadness,
    through the crystal wall.
    A princess lay a-sleeping
    so gentle and kind
    Whilst her prince took to battle
    with his confused mind.
    The clash of bright metal
    brought the children fear,
    But their cloaks of blue satin
    dried up all of these tears.
    Thus children held hands and
    they spelled out their name
    All the golden children
    became a golden chain.
    It lies on a white throne
    in a magic place
    With a tunic of velvet
    and a gown of white lace.
    My sword, it lies broken
    and cast in a lake
    In a dream I was told that
    my princess would wake.
  • 作词 : Donovan
    From the album sunshine superman
    I will bring you gold apples
    and grapes made of rubies
    That have shone in the eyes of
    a prince of the breeze.
    Bright cascading crystals,
    they danced in the sand dunes
    On the beach of no footprints
    to harpsichord tunes.
    A throne of white ivory,
    a gown of white lace
    Lies still in the magic
    of a timeless place.
    One hundred small children,
    they laugh at the white doves
    That rest on their hands
    with the touch of love.
    On a hillside of velvet
    the children they lay down
    And make fun of the grown-ups
    with their silly frown.
    And the sound of their laughter
    is the sound of the green sea
    As it washed around the foot of
    the seashell tree.
    The doves circle over
    and land in the trees
    Where parrots are talking
    their words with such ease.
    Thus spoke three wizards
    to the young ones that day:
    »There’s sadness in the kingdom,
    make it go far away.«
    If you follow the sunbeams
    through the valley of flowers
    To the palace of the White Queen
    with its white jade towers.
    The youngest, she sighed then
    the clouds drew away
    And a hundred small fingers
    scratched their heads in dismay.
    From out of the sun a
    giant gull came flying
    And the children got ready
    to sit on its wings.
    They waved to the raindrops
    as they soared over the trees
    The wind tossed their hair high,
    flashing gold on the sea.
    They came to the castle
    and there they did fall,
    And they saw all the sadness,
    through the crystal wall.
    A princess lay a-sleeping
    so gentle and kind
    Whilst her prince took to battle
    with his confused mind.
    The clash of bright metal
    brought the children fear,
    But their cloaks of blue satin
    dried up all of these tears.
    Thus children held hands and
    they spelled out their name
    All the golden children
    became a golden chain.
    It lies on a white throne
    in a magic place
    With a tunic of velvet
    and a gown of white lace.
    My sword, it lies broken
    and cast in a lake
    In a dream I was told that
    my princess would wake.