[00:00.00] 作词 : Peter Wood/Al Stewart
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Peter Wood/Al Stewart
[01:05.61]On a morning from a Bogart movie
[01:10.64]in a country where they turn back time
[01:15.35]you go strolling through the crowd
[01:17.47]like Peter Lorre contemplating a crime
[01:22.70]She comes out of the sun in a silk dress
[01:26.43]running like a watercolour in the rain
[01:32.02]Don't bother asking for explanations
[01:34.22]She'll just tell you that she came
[01:38.35]in the year of the cat
[01:40.01]
[01:55.83]She doesn't give you time for questions
[02:00.11]as she locks up your arm in hers
[02:04.67]and you follow till your sense
[02:06.92]of which direction completely disappears
[02:12.83]By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
[02:17.14]there's a hidden door she leads you to
[02:21.72]these days, she says, I feel my life
[02:24.90]just like a river running through
[02:28.03]the year of the cat
[02:32.95]
[02:45.23]Well, she looks at you so cooly
[02:49.55]And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea
[02:52.55]She comes in incense and patchouli
[02:54.93]So you take her, to find what's waiting inside
[03:04.52]The year of the cat
[03:12.10]
[04:29.14]Well, morning comes and you're still with her
[04:32.69]and the bus and the tourists are gone
[04:35.45]and you've thrown away the choice
[04:38.45]and lost your ticket
[04:39.84]so you have to stay on
[04:44.93]But the drum-beat strains of the night remain
[04:47.30]in the rhythm of the new-born day
[04:53.01]You know sometime you're bound to leave her
[04:56.26]But for now you're going to stay
[04:58.62]in the year of the cat
[05:16.30]en~in the year of the cat
[05:39.37]

作词 : Peter Wood/Al Stewart
作曲 : Peter Wood/Al Stewart
On a morning from a Bogart movie
in a country where they turn back time
you go strolling through the crowd
like Peter Lorre contemplating a crime
She comes out of the sun in a silk dress
running like a watercolour in the rain
Don't bother asking for explanations
She'll just tell you that she came
in the year of the cat
She doesn't give you time for questions
as she locks up your arm in hers
and you follow till your sense
of which direction completely disappears
By the blue tiled walls near the market stalls
there's a hidden door she leads you to
these days, she says, I feel my life
just like a river running through
the year of the cat
Well, she looks at you so cooly
And her eyes shine like the moon in the sea
She comes in incense and patchouli
So you take her, to find what's waiting inside
The year of the cat
Well, morning comes and you're still with her
and the bus and the tourists are gone
and you've thrown away the choice
and lost your ticket
so you have to stay on
But the drum-beat strains of the night remain
in the rhythm of the new-born day
You know sometime you're bound to leave her
But for now you're going to stay
in the year of the cat
en~in the year of the cat