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