Cassidy [Live at Veteran's Memorial Coliseum, New Haven, CT, May 10, 1978]
作词 : Bob Weir
作曲 : Bob Weir
[Intro]
One, two, one, two, three, four
[Verse 1]
I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream
And I can tell by the mark he left you were in his dream
Ah, child of countless trees
Ah, child of boundless seas
What you are and what you're meant to be
Speaks his name, though you were born to me
Born to me, Cassidy
[Verse 2]
Lost now on the country miles in his Cadillac
And I can tell by the way you smile he's rolling back
Come and wash the nighttime clean
Come and grow this scorched ground green
Blow the horn and tap the tambourine
Close the gap of the dark years in between
You and me, Cassidy
[Bridge]
Quick beats in an icy heart
Catch-colt draws a coffin cart
There he goes and now here she starts
Hear her cry
Flight of the seabirds, scattered like lost words
Wheel to the storm and fly
[Instrumental Break]
[Outro]
Faring thee well now
Let your life proceed by its own design
Nothing to tell now
Let the words be yours, I'm done with mine
Faring thee well now
Let your life proceed by its own design
Nothing to tell now
Let the words be yours, I'm done with mine
[Instrumental]
Cassidy [Live at Veteran's Memorial Coliseum, New Haven, CT, May 10, 1978]LRC歌词
作词 : Bob Weir
作曲 : Bob Weir
[Intro]
One, two, one, two, three, four
[Verse 1]
I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream
And I can tell by the mark he left you were in his dream
Ah, child of countless trees
Ah, child of boundless seas
What you are and what you're meant to be
Speaks his name, though you were born to me
Born to me, Cassidy
[Verse 2]
Lost now on the country miles in his Cadillac
And I can tell by the way you smile he's rolling back
Come and wash the nighttime clean
Come and grow this scorched ground green
Blow the horn and tap the tambourine
Close the gap of the dark years in between
You and me, Cassidy
[Bridge]
Quick beats in an icy heart
Catch-colt draws a coffin cart
There he goes and now here she starts
Hear her cry
Flight of the seabirds, scattered like lost words
Wheel to the storm and fly
[Instrumental Break]
[Outro]
Faring thee well now
Let your life proceed by its own design
Nothing to tell now
Let the words be yours, I'm done with mine
Faring thee well now
Let your life proceed by its own design
Nothing to tell now
Let the words be yours, I'm done with mine
[Instrumental]