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The Three of Us - Don McLean (唐·麦克林)
See the picture that I'm holding
A picture of us three
Standing in the summertime
At quogue down by the sea
We stood there just a minute
Quogue is an indian name
There were no cars back then
There were no cars back then
When the indians came
We never traveled anywhere
We never did a thing
Compared to them I guess you'd say
I'm some kind of travel king
We lived near manaramay
That's an indian name
There were no houses then
There were no houses then
When the indians came
When the indians came
There were no private schools
No traffic cops
No highway rules
When the indians came
The word alone can outlast stone
The indians lay in holy ground
The place my parents now have found
They're buried on a hill of stone
Rocks of ages stand alone
Their names are carved for all to see
But no one knows their names but me
I remember in that picture
My life had just begun
Now the three of us are fading
The three of us are fading in an indian sun
