歌曲名 The Ballad of Lucy Jordan

歌手名 Hanne Boel

作曲：Shel Silverstein

The morning sun touched lightly

On the eyes of Lucy Jordan

In her white suburban bedroom

In a white suburban town

As she lay there 'neath the covers

Dreaming of a thousand lovers

'Til the world turned to orange

And the room went spinning round

At the age of 37

She realised she'd never ride through Paris

In a sports car

With the warm wind in her hair

And she let the phone keep ringing as

She sat there softly singing

Pretty nursery rhymes she'd memorised

In her daddy's easy chair

Her husband he was off to work

And the kids were off to school

And there were oh so many ways

For her to spend her 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 37

She realised she'd never ride through Paris

In a sports car

With the warm wind in her hair

So she let that phone keep ringing

As she sat there softly singing

Pretty nursery rhymes

She'd memorised in her daddy's easy chair

The evening sun touched gently

On the eyes of Lucy Jordan

On the rooftop where she'd climbed

When all the laughter grew too loud

And she bowed and curtseyed to the man

Who reached and offered her his hand

And led her down to the long white car

That waited past the crowd

At the age of 37 she knew she'd knew

Forever as she rode along through Paris

With the warm wind in her hair