歌曲名 All In The Golden Afternoon 歌手名 Alphaville

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All in the golden afternoon full leisurely we glide

For both our oars with little skill

By little arms are plied

While little hands make vain pretence

Our wanderings to guide

Ah cruel three in such an hour

Beneath such dreamy wheather

To beg a tale of breath too weak

To stir the tiniest feather

And what can one poor voice avail

Against three tongues together

Anon to sudden silence won

In fancy they persue

The dream child moving through

A land of wonders wild and new

In friendly chat with bird or beast

And half believe it true

And ever as the story drained

The wells of fancy dry

And faintly strove that weary

One to put the subject by

The next timeit is next time

The happy voices cry

Thus grew the tale of wonderland

Thus slowly one by one

It's quaint events were hammered out

And now the tale is done and home we steer

A merry crew

Beneath the setting sun