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作词 : Doyle/Crowe |
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作曲 : Doyle/Crowe |
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There's a black and white photograph of Raewyn. |
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I know the place and the year that it was taken. |
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Gosford, before all the houses, Forrestors was still uncrowded. |
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Footprints, often only your own. |
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Over the sand dunes and into the mangroves, |
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He gets his camera out and that's where uncle Peter goes. |
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He took this photograph of you with your wild hair. |
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Just back from America, in your print top and your flares. |
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So much light in your eyes no-one read the despair. |
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A scream in the night, my mother shaking with tears. |
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Her little sister was pouring down the stairs, |
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Oh Raewyn is no longer here. |
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How little do I know of the pain of my mother, |
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If I'm now just thinking, if I'd lost a brother? |
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How many nights has she lain awake shaking. |
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When I could of held her, shared the pain she had taken. |
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I should have held her and told her that I loved her, |
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A son needs to say it when he loves his mother. |
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Jolly Jack Crowe was out on the ocean. |
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His Charlie asleep alone, deep within the motion. |
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Jack's eyes hollowed from the inside, his life and heart had been pulverized, |
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Guilt's not so loud in a bottle. |
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Taking risks had bought four sons and good fortune. |
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How could he know that was the tide his luck was leaving on. |
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Nobody talked of the beauty lost and undone. |
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Everybody baulked when we named our son, |
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But it's time to stop blaming Jolly Jack Crowe. |
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Who's grief knew no boundaries and swallowed him whole. |
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Fighting for the dead and fighting for his soul. |
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I love him more thanks to My Charlie Crowe. |
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How little do I know of the path of my father? |
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If I'm now just thinking, if I'd lost a brother? |
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How many nights has he lain awake shaking, |
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When I could have held him,share the pain he had taken. |
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I should have held him, and told him that I loved him. |
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A son and a father should always be talking. |
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A son and a father should always be talking. |
