歌曲名 East of Woodstock, West of Viet Nam

歌手名 Tom Russell

I slept through the

Nineteen Sixties

I heard Dory

Previn say

But me I caught me the great white bird

to the shores of Africay

where I lost my adolescent heart to the sound of a talking drum

Yeah East of

Woodstock

West of Vietnam

And on the roads outside

Oshogbo Lord

I fell down on my knees

There were female spirits in old mud huts

iron bells ringing up in the trees

And an eighty-year-old white priest

she made juju all night long

Yeah East of

Woodstock

West of Vietnam

Raise high the roof beams carpenter boy

yeah we're coming through the rye

In the cinema

I saw the man on the moon

I laughed so hard

I criedIt was somewhere in those rainy seasons that

I learned to carve my song

Yeah East of

Woodstock

West of Vietnam

Oh Africa

Mother Africa you lay heavy on my breast

You old cradle of civilization

heart of darkness blood and death

Though we had to play you running scared

when the crocodile ate the sun

Yeah East of

Woodstock

West of Vietnam

Well I think it's going to rain tonight

I can smell it coming off the sea

As I sit here reading old

Graham Greene

I taste Africa on every page

Then I close my eyes and see those red clay roads

and it's sundown and boys I'm gone

Yeah

East of Woodstock

West of Vietnam

Raise high the roof beams carpenter boy

yeah we're coming through the rye

It was a moveable feast of war and memory

a dark old lullaby

It was the smoke of a thousand camp fires

it was the wrong end of a gun

Yeah East of

Woodstock

West of Vietnam

Yeah East of

Woodstock

West of Vietnam