歌曲名 The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan

歌手名 Marianne Faithfull

作词：Shel Silverstein

作曲：Shel Silverstein

The morning sun

Touched lightly on

The eyes of Lucy Jordon

In her white suburban bedroom

In her white suburban town

As she lay there

Neath the covers

Dreaming of a thousand lovers

Till the world turn to orange

And the room went spinning round

At the age of thirty seven

She realized

She'd never ride

Through Paris

In a sports car

With the warm wind

In her hair

And she left that phone

Keep ringing

As she sat there softly singing

Pretty nursery rhymes

She'd memorize

In her daddy's easy chair

Her husband

Was off to work

And the kids were off to school

There were also many ways

For her to spend the day

She could clean the house for hours

Or rearrange the flowers

Or run naked through the shady street

Screaming all the way

At the age of thirty seven

She realized

She'd never ride

Through Paris

In a sports car

With the warm wind

In her hair

And she left that phone

Keep ringing

As she sat there softly singing

Pretty nursery rhymes

She'd memorize

In her daddy's easy chair

The evening sun touched gently on

The eyes of Lucy Jordon

On the rooftop

Where she climbed

When all the laughter

Grew too loud

And she bowed and curtsied to the man

Who reached than offered her his hand

And took her down

To the long white car

That waited pass the crowd

At the age of thirty seven

She knew she'd found forever

As she rode along

Through Paris

With the warm wind in her hair