歌曲名 Song Of Being A Child 歌手名 Van Morrison

作词：Peter Handke

作曲：Van Morrison

When the child was a child

It walked with arms hanging

Wanted the stream to be a river and the river a torrent

And this puddle the sea

When the child was a child

It didn't know it was a child

Everything for it was filled with life and all life was one

Saw the horizon without trying to reach it

Couldn't rush itself and think on command

Was often terribly bored and couldn't wait

Passed up greeting the moments

And prayed only with its lips

When the child was a child

It didn't have an opinion about a thing had no habits

Often sat crossed legged took off running

Had a cow lick in its hair and didn't put on a face when photographed

When the child was a child

It was the time of the following questions

Why am I me and why not you

Why am I here and why not there

Why did time begin and where does space end

Isn't what I see and hear and smell

Just the appearance of the world in front of the world

Isn't life under the sun just a dream

Does evil actually exist in people

Who really are evil why can't it be that I who am

Wasn't before I was and that sometime I the I I am

No longer will be the I I am

When the child was a child

It gagged on spinach on peas on rice pudding

And on steamed cauliflower

And now eats all of it and not just because it has to

When the child was a child

It woke up once in a strange bed

And now time and time again

Many people seem beautiful to it

And now not so many and now only if it's lucky

It had a precise picture of paradise

And now can only vaguely conceive of it at best

It couldn't imagine nothingness

And today shudders in the face of it

Go for the ball which today rolls between its legs

With its I'm here it came

Into the house which now is empty

When the child was a child it played with enthusiasm

And now only with such former concentration

Where its work is concerned

When the game task activity subject happens to be it's work

When the child was a child

It was enough to live on apples and bread and it's still that way

When the child was a child berries fell

Only like berries into its hand and still do

The fresh walnuts made its tongue raw and still do

Atop each mountain it craved

Yet a higher mountain and in each city it craved

Yet a bigger city and still does

Reach for the cherries in the treetop

As elated as it still is today

Was shy in front of strangers and still is

It waited for the first snow and still waits that way

When the child was a child

It waited restlessly each day for the return of the loved one

And still waits that way when the child was a child

It hurled a stick like a lance into a tree

And it's still quivering there today

The child the child was a child

Was a child was a child was a child was a child child child child

When the child when the child when the child

When the child when the child the child child child child child

And on and on and on and on

And on and on and on and on

And on and on and on and on

And onward with a sense of wonder

Upon the highest hill upon the highest hill

When the child was a child are you there shss shss

Up on a highest hill when the child was a child

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