Rosemary歌词
  • 歌手:Suzanne Vega
    歌词出处:http://www.5nd.com

    Do you remember when you walked with me
    Down the street into the square?
    How the women selling rosemary
    Pressed the branches to your chest,
    Promised luck and all the rest,
    And put their fingers in your hair?
    I had met you just the day before,
    Like an accident of fate,
    In the window there behind your door.
    How i wanted to break in
    To that room beneath your skin,
    But all that would have to wait.
    In the carmen of the martyrs,
    With the statues in the courtyard
    Whose heads and hands were taken,
    In the burden of the sun;
    I had come to meet you
    With a question in my footsteps.
    I was going up the hillside
    And the journey just begun.
    My sister says she never dreams at night
    There are days when i know why;
    Those possibilities within her sight,
    With no way of coming true.
    Some things just don't get through
    Into this world , although they try.
    In the carmen of the martyrs,
    With the statues in the courtyard
    Whose heads and hands were taken,
    In the burden of the sun;
    I had come to meet you
    With a question in my footsteps.
    I was going up the hillside
    And the journey just begun.
    All i know of you
    Is in my memory
    All i ask is you
    Remember me.

  • Do you remember when you walked with me
    Down the street into the square?
    How the women selling rosemary
    Pressed the branches to your chest,
    Promised luck and all the rest,
    And put their fingers in your hair?
    I had met you just the day before,
    Like an accident of fate,
    In the window there behind your door.
    How i wanted to break in
    To that room beneath your skin,
    But all that would have to wait.
    In the carmen of the martyrs,
    With the statues in the courtyard
    Whose heads and hands were taken,
    In the burden of the sun;
    I had come to meet you
    With a question in my footsteps.
    I was going up the hillside
    And the journey just begun.
    My sister says she never dreams at night
    There are days when i know why;
    Those possibilities within her sight,
    With no way of coming true.
    Some things just don't get through
    Into this world , although they try.
    In the carmen of the martyrs,
    With the statues in the courtyard
    Whose heads and hands were taken,
    In the burden of the sun;
    I had come to meet you
    With a question in my footsteps.
    I was going up the hillside
    And the journey just begun.
    All i know of you
    Is in my memory
    All i ask is you
    Remember me.