| Song | The Spoken Wheel |
| Artist | Flogging Molly |
| Album | Within a Mile of Home |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Casey, Hensley, King, Maxwell ... | |
| Your passin' broke the silence | |
| On that dark | |
| October day | |
| The sun was headin' for the west | |
| As it did | |
| I heard you say | |
| I set my sail for a gentle breeze | |
| Now I leave this world as it was meant to be | |
| And you, did you listen to anything | |
| I said?Did you ever listen to me? | |
| Though now it seems you'll never know | |
| But every lad to a man must grow | |
| Till winter comes to celebrate | |
| Then proudly chill the bone | |
| When at last they bury me | |
| Into this ground you'll someday see | |
| And you, did you listen to anything | |
| I said?Did you ever listen to me? | |
| Though the face we wear | |
| Sometimes seldom speaks | |
| From the babe that cries | |
| To this grown man's feet | |
| May the hand still write | |
| And it's heart shape keep | |
| Till our fathers, sons and daughters agree |
| zuo qu : Casey, Hensley, King, Maxwell ... | |
| Your passin' broke the silence | |
| On that dark | |
| October day | |
| The sun was headin' for the west | |
| As it did | |
| I heard you say | |
| I set my sail for a gentle breeze | |
| Now I leave this world as it was meant to be | |
| And you, did you listen to anything | |
| I said? Did you ever listen to me? | |
| Though now it seems you' ll never know | |
| But every lad to a man must grow | |
| Till winter comes to celebrate | |
| Then proudly chill the bone | |
| When at last they bury me | |
| Into this ground you' ll someday see | |
| And you, did you listen to anything | |
| I said? Did you ever listen to me? | |
| Though the face we wear | |
| Sometimes seldom speaks | |
| From the babe that cries | |
| To this grown man' s feet | |
| May the hand still write | |
| And it' s heart shape keep | |
| Till our fathers, sons and daughters agree |
| zuò qǔ : Casey, Hensley, King, Maxwell ... | |
| Your passin' broke the silence | |
| On that dark | |
| October day | |
| The sun was headin' for the west | |
| As it did | |
| I heard you say | |
| I set my sail for a gentle breeze | |
| Now I leave this world as it was meant to be | |
| And you, did you listen to anything | |
| I said? Did you ever listen to me? | |
| Though now it seems you' ll never know | |
| But every lad to a man must grow | |
| Till winter comes to celebrate | |
| Then proudly chill the bone | |
| When at last they bury me | |
| Into this ground you' ll someday see | |
| And you, did you listen to anything | |
| I said? Did you ever listen to me? | |
| Though the face we wear | |
| Sometimes seldom speaks | |
| From the babe that cries | |
| To this grown man' s feet | |
| May the hand still write | |
| And it' s heart shape keep | |
| Till our fathers, sons and daughters agree |