Alphaville - All In The Golden Afternoon lyrics
[Alphaville - All In The Golden Afternoon lyrics]
All in the golden afternoon
Full leisurely we glide
For both our oars, with little skill
By little arms are plied
While little hands make vain pretense
Our wanderings to guide
(wanderings to guide, wanderings to guide)
Our wanderings to guide
Ah, cruel three! In such an hour
Beneath such dreamy weather
To beg a tale of breath too
Weak to stir the tiniest feather!
Yet what can one poor voice avail
Against three tongues together?
Against three tongues together
(Out wanderings to guide)
Anon, to sudden silence won
In fancy they pursue
The dream child moving through a land
Of wonders wild and new
In friendly chat with bird or beast
And half believe it true
(half believe it true, half believe it true)
And half believe it true
And ever
As the story drained the wells of fancy dry
And faintly strove that weary one
To put the subject by
The next time - "It is next
Time" the happy voices cry!
The happy voices cry!
Thus grew the tale of
Wonderland, thus slowly, one by one
Its quaint events were hammered out -
And now the tale is done
And home we steer (I can't believe it's true)
A merry crew beneath the setting sun
Full leisurely we glide
For both our oars, with little skill
By little arms are plied
While little hands make vain pretense
Our wanderings to guide
(wanderings to guide, wanderings to guide)
Our wanderings to guide
Ah, cruel three! In such an hour
Beneath such dreamy weather
To beg a tale of breath too
Weak to stir the tiniest feather!
Yet what can one poor voice avail
Against three tongues together?
Against three tongues together
(Out wanderings to guide)
Anon, to sudden silence won
In fancy they pursue
The dream child moving through a land
Of wonders wild and new
In friendly chat with bird or beast
And half believe it true
(half believe it true, half believe it true)
And half believe it true
And ever
As the story drained the wells of fancy dry
And faintly strove that weary one
To put the subject by
The next time - "It is next
Time" the happy voices cry!
The happy voices cry!
Thus grew the tale of
Wonderland, thus slowly, one by one
Its quaint events were hammered out -
And now the tale is done
And home we steer (I can't believe it's true)
A merry crew beneath the setting sun