《Emma Rose》歌词

歌曲： Emma Rose

所属专辑：Gold In California

歌手： Kate Wolf

时长： 03:40

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Emma Rose - Kate Wolf[00:00:00]

Gray-haired and flint-eyed his sunburned face lined[00:00:10]

Grandpa was a man of few words[00:00:15]

He had a way of not wanting to say[00:00:19]

Any more than he thought would be heard[00:00:23]

The long years of living day-to-day giving[00:00:29]

Had carved out a map on his face[00:00:33]

With little to lose he'd learned how to choose[00:00:38]

And his choices were easy to trace[00:00:42]

He had the eyes of a painter[00:00:46]

Heart of a maker of songs[00:00:49]

His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain[00:00:54]

Precious and so quickly gone[00:00:59]

From a long line of teachers white baptist preachers[00:01:05]

He was born with an indian will[00:01:10]

His quiet dark eyes reading the light[00:01:14]

As he rode in the low osage hills[00:01:18]

His school was the prairie the sage the wild berry[00:01:23]

The quail the wide open sky[00:01:28]

The cottonwood thicket by the slow rolling river[00:01:32]

The redbud and the hot cattle drive[00:01:37]

He had the eyes of a painter[00:01:41]

Heart of a maker of songs[00:01:44]

His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain[00:01:48]

Precious and so quickly gone[00:01:53]

There were days filled with thinking nights with the drinking[00:02:06]

For a lost love that raged like a storm[00:02:11]

Oh but how his eyes smiled when he'd talk to a child[00:02:15]

The rough hands so gentle and warm[00:02:20]

His strong arms were brown where the long sleeves[00:02:24]

Rolled down on his faded blue cotton shirt[00:02:28]

When times got hard he'd go out in the yard[00:02:33]

And he'd cuss away some of his hurt[00:02:37]

He had the eyes of a painter[00:02:42]

Heart of a maker of songs[00:02:45]

His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain[00:02:49]

Precious and so quickly gone[00:02:54]

Now the garden's grown dusty hand axe lies rusty[00:03:01]

The door's banging hard in the wind[00:03:05]

Grandpa's store is closed down like most of the town[00:03:09]

And it won't be open again[00:03:15]

And the big white car sits out in the yard[00:03:19]

Of the house he built solid and true[00:03:23]

Oh but I see his eyes burning tonight[00:03:27]

Like the stars in the sky he once knew[00:03:32]

He had the eyes of a painter[00:03:36]

Heart of a maker of songs[00:03:39]

His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain[00:03:43]

Precious and so quickly gone[00:03:49]

His words fell like rain on the dry desert plain[00:03:52]

Precious and so quickly gone[00:03:58]