Song | Misty Morning Way |
Artist | Fruupp |
Album | Modern Masquerades |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : McCusker | |
I stood upon an island in Erebus middle land. | |
And grasped at dancing shadows | |
In a world so strangely grand. | |
I saw a smiling gypsy play | |
With grace and beauty fair | |
I saw a falling dewdrop splash | |
And sprinkle in her hair. | |
Then turning to the waking day | |
She smiled and danced with glee. | |
Her grace looked on | |
As beauty dawned | |
And called to mystery. | |
Now mystery | |
Though hard to see | |
Looked cold and strange to me. | |
Sometimes inviting, sometimes exciting, | |
But always wonderingly. | |
And by his side the old man hides | |
Much hidden from the day. | |
His partners look, | |
my bones he shook, | |
Down misty morning way. | |
Then I climbed upon an autumn leaf | |
And sailed away to find. | |
The glory of the silver seed | |
A meaning of some kind. | |
Over the sky of liberty | |
And down the path of time. | |
Through floating leaves of tranquility | |
In shades of every kind. | |
I rolled across the golden sea | |
On waves of sleeping mist. | |
Climbed past the stream of every change | |
Within eternal bliss. | |
Then came upon a garden God, | |
It's paradise I thought. | |
Wake up, wake up, for heaven's sake | |
It's nearly nine o'clock |
zuo qu : McCusker | |
I stood upon an island in Erebus middle land. | |
And grasped at dancing shadows | |
In a world so strangely grand. | |
I saw a smiling gypsy play | |
With grace and beauty fair | |
I saw a falling dewdrop splash | |
And sprinkle in her hair. | |
Then turning to the waking day | |
She smiled and danced with glee. | |
Her grace looked on | |
As beauty dawned | |
And called to mystery. | |
Now mystery | |
Though hard to see | |
Looked cold and strange to me. | |
Sometimes inviting, sometimes exciting, | |
But always wonderingly. | |
And by his side the old man hides | |
Much hidden from the day. | |
His partners look, | |
my bones he shook, | |
Down misty morning way. | |
Then I climbed upon an autumn leaf | |
And sailed away to find. | |
The glory of the silver seed | |
A meaning of some kind. | |
Over the sky of liberty | |
And down the path of time. | |
Through floating leaves of tranquility | |
In shades of every kind. | |
I rolled across the golden sea | |
On waves of sleeping mist. | |
Climbed past the stream of every change | |
Within eternal bliss. | |
Then came upon a garden God, | |
It' s paradise I thought. | |
Wake up, wake up, for heaven' s sake | |
It' s nearly nine o' clock |
zuò qǔ : McCusker | |
I stood upon an island in Erebus middle land. | |
And grasped at dancing shadows | |
In a world so strangely grand. | |
I saw a smiling gypsy play | |
With grace and beauty fair | |
I saw a falling dewdrop splash | |
And sprinkle in her hair. | |
Then turning to the waking day | |
She smiled and danced with glee. | |
Her grace looked on | |
As beauty dawned | |
And called to mystery. | |
Now mystery | |
Though hard to see | |
Looked cold and strange to me. | |
Sometimes inviting, sometimes exciting, | |
But always wonderingly. | |
And by his side the old man hides | |
Much hidden from the day. | |
His partners look, | |
my bones he shook, | |
Down misty morning way. | |
Then I climbed upon an autumn leaf | |
And sailed away to find. | |
The glory of the silver seed | |
A meaning of some kind. | |
Over the sky of liberty | |
And down the path of time. | |
Through floating leaves of tranquility | |
In shades of every kind. | |
I rolled across the golden sea | |
On waves of sleeping mist. | |
Climbed past the stream of every change | |
Within eternal bliss. | |
Then came upon a garden God, | |
It' s paradise I thought. | |
Wake up, wake up, for heaven' s sake | |
It' s nearly nine o' clock |