Stones Throw From Lonesome 歌词

The sun it fell down On the rising sea When the bishop outgrew his pew Beggin' money man Got his hands all over me Lets hope he don't put em on you My vision welled Then overflowed To spill on down to the green grass The chapel bell rose back then tolled Go on a tollin' Till the tollin' passed Maggie stops Unlocks the door She's sixty-four She steps down into the street Oh, the city sounds Like a one-man band And the bricks turn blue beneath her feet The queen she laid down With the fiddler's son But it was their words she used to seek She said to him "Let's go down To where the grass is tall and brown You can lay that rhythm down Right on me Right on me Right on me" Yeah uh huh Wipe your eyes child With your head down low Yes I believe in time you'll grow son Look around There's a big old world A stone's throw from lonesome Lonesome Lonesome