Ribbon Bows歌词
Joanna Newsom - Ribbon Bows
LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang
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There is a spring
Not far from here
The water runs
Both sweet and clear
And cold
Could crack your bones
With veins of gold
I stood a-wagging
At the tap
Just a-waiting
On the lagging, rising sap
I held the cold
Tin ladle to my lip
At the shrine of the thousand arms
I lowered my eyes to sip
What a beautiful day
To catch my drift
Or be caught up
In it
You want your love, love?
Come and get your love
I only took it back
Because I thought you didn't
How my ears did ring
At the municipal pound
From that old hangdog
To which I was bound
Curled 'round the bottom rung
Doesn't anybody want you?
Well, come on, darlin'
I could use someone like you around