Yellow Cat - John Denver (约翰·丹佛)
It's late December
And the New Year's never coming
Time passes slowly in a two-room walk-up flat
The sun is silent
There's a cold rain's gonna come on
No one to talk to but my lady's yellow cat
Raindrops falling on the flowers in the window box
Plastic roses that I planted yesterday
I didn't think they'd die so soon
But they're all withered now
Seems like everything
I touch turns out that way
Well I guess I'll just go walking
The cat's no good for talking to
He don't know what I'm saying
And the rain is always playing on my mind
On my mind
Street lights drifting through the blinds
That cover window-panes
Blending softy with the bare lights overhead
Then together they run swiftly through my memory
An eerie image of a strange and empty bed
The wind is whipping up the papers
In the street below
I got some books to read
But it seems they've all been read
Clouds are crowded in a misty drifting sky above
And I wish to hell
I could remember what I said
Well I guess I'll just go walking
The cat's no good for talking to
He don't know what I'm saying
And the rain is always playing on my mind
On my mind
One crystal wineglass on a table
Filled with scarlet stains
Stands alone and empty where there once were two
The jug is silent on the table by a broken plate
The wine is gone my lady
And so my love are you
Well I guess I'll just go walking
The cat's no good for talking to
He don't know what I'm saying
And the rain is always playing on my mind
On my mind on my mind
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