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Year Of The Cat (LP版) - Al Stewart (阿尔·史蒂伍德)

Written by：Peter Wood

On a morning from a Bogart movie

In a country where they turn back time

You go strolling through the crowd like Peter Lorre

Contemplating a crime

She comes out of the sun in a silk dress running

Like a watercolour in the rain

Don't bother asking for explanations

She'll just tell you that she came

In the year of the cat

She doesn't give you time for questions

As she locks up your arm in hers

And you follow 'till your sense of which direction

Completely disappears

By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls

There's a hidden door she leads you to

These days she says I'm feel my life

Just like a river running through

The year of the cat

Well she looks at you so cooly

And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea

She comes in incense and patchouli

So you take her to find what's waiting inside

The year of the cat

Well morning comes and you're still with her

And the bus and the tourists are gone

And you've thrown away the choice and lost your ticket

So you have to stay on

But the drum beat strains of the night remain

In the rhythm of the new born day

You know sometimes you're bound to leave her

But for now you're gonna stay

In the year of the cat

In the year of the cat