作词 : Karen Peris/Donald Peris 作曲 : Karen Peris/Donald Peris 演奏 : The Innocence Mission 音频编辑 : Stewart Whitmore 监制 : Stephen Chbosky/Paul Katz/Alexandra Patsavas 母带工程师 : Stephen Marcussen The day is over and still so heavy on the mind In flew glowing, smiling mother, butterfly in yellow To join the frowning cactus crowd Finding flowers even there to flutter round I thought, isn't mother grand? The way she flies and flies Into the sting of the cold and the prick of the barbed wire Isn't mother grand to gladly fly and swiftly fly Into the sting of the cold and the prick of the barbed wire The day is over and still goes passing through the mind: In came glowing, smiling mother, sure and kind To rouse us, to give ourselves out and to cry Birth to warm intentions, worthless otherwise Oh, the lives that brush against us, pass us by and by The friends who may or may not come if we would first invite Oh, to open doors, to always gladly fly and fly Into the sting of the cold and the prick of the barded wire
[00:00.000] 作词 : Karen Peris/Donald Peris [00:01.000] 作曲 : Karen Peris/Donald Peris [00:02.000] 演奏 : The Innocence Mission [00:03.000] 音频编辑 : Stewart Whitmore [00:04.000] 监制 : Stephen Chbosky/Paul Katz/Alexandra Patsavas [00:05.000] 母带工程师 : Stephen Marcussen [00:23.30]The day is over and still so heavy on the mind [00:32.11]In flew glowing, smiling mother, butterfly in yellow [00:42.88]To join the frowning cactus crowd [00:47.92]Finding flowers even there to flutter round [00:57.39]I thought, isn't mother grand? The way she flies and flies [01:03.92]Into the sting of the cold and the prick of the barbed wire [01:13.09]Isn't mother grand to gladly fly and swiftly fly [01:20.10]Into the sting of the cold and the prick of the barbed wire [01:42.71]The day is over and still goes passing through the mind: [01:51.55]In came glowing, smiling mother, sure and kind [01:59.25]To rouse us, to give ourselves out and to cry [02:06.63]Birth to warm intentions, worthless otherwise [02:16.62]Oh, the lives that brush against us, pass us by and by [02:24.34]The friends who may or may not come if we would first invite [02:32.33]Oh, to open doors, to always gladly fly and fly [02:47.67][02:39.08]Into the sting of the cold and the prick of the barded wire
