Purcell: Timon Of Athens, Z.632 / The Masque - No.9 Solo "The cares of lovers"

歌詞

Music by: John Kander Lyrics by: Fred Ebb The day will come He'll come running to me The day the sun turns black And there's a money tree The day will come He'll be changing his tune When there's a granite lake And a cotton moon And I listen To all of his Sorryful pleas And I'll forgive him And life will be cool as a breeze When the rain falls up! The day will come He'll come back to my arms And the slate is clean When the snow is green And we'll share a love Idealic, and final, and free Yeah the time will come When he'll never stray On a never gone Of a never day When the green dollar fits On the silver money tree That old money tree Oh, yeah! A granite lake And a cotton moon And he'll tremble, and stammer And say he was wrong And together is how we will always belong When the earth stands still The day will come He'll come back to my arms And forget the past When a snail runs after (Sharili)* Idealic, and final, and free Yeah, the time will come When he'll never stray On the never gone Of the never day When we all take turns On the silver money tree He'll come back to me