Song | It's All Up Now |
Artist | Fruupp |
Album | Prince of Heaven's Eyes |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Houston | |
It's all up now, | |
The day is gone, | |
The evening sun's shadows following me, | |
The weather's warm, | |
It took so long | |
To be lonely now and all surrounded, | |
But Killkee hasn't changed, | |
For the warm west winds blow over, | |
And maybe in the morning | |
I'll go to Clifden fair again. | |
Oh, when morning's home from England, | |
With her yellow patent shoes, | |
And some of the latest fashions, | |
Make me rather look amused. | |
And somewhere up in Galway, | |
Her parents wheel away, | |
So her father tell us, | |
At church the other day. | |
Oh, but Killkee hasn't changed, | |
For the long lost years grow longer, | |
Maybe in the morning, | |
Tomorrow will bring a change. | |
Hold on, hold on, | |
What'll I do, | |
I don't want to end up in a battle stew, | |
So I packed my bags and buckled my shoes, | |
Yeah, that's what I'll do, | |
I'll make some money, see the world, | |
A lot of new lessons have got to be learned, | |
And maybe I'll be lucky with love, love, love… | |
It's all up now, | |
The clearings show, | |
The rainbow's got its colours all around me, | |
I'm on my way, | |
This brand new day, | |
To find the way that fortune cares to show me, | |
Oh, but Killkee will never change, | |
For the warm west winds blow over | |
And maybe, wishful longing, | |
I'll come back to you again someday. |
zuo qu : Houston | |
It' s all up now, | |
The day is gone, | |
The evening sun' s shadows following me, | |
The weather' s warm, | |
It took so long | |
To be lonely now and all surrounded, | |
But Killkee hasn' t changed, | |
For the warm west winds blow over, | |
And maybe in the morning | |
I' ll go to Clifden fair again. | |
Oh, when morning' s home from England, | |
With her yellow patent shoes, | |
And some of the latest fashions, | |
Make me rather look amused. | |
And somewhere up in Galway, | |
Her parents wheel away, | |
So her father tell us, | |
At church the other day. | |
Oh, but Killkee hasn' t changed, | |
For the long lost years grow longer, | |
Maybe in the morning, | |
Tomorrow will bring a change. | |
Hold on, hold on, | |
What' ll I do, | |
I don' t want to end up in a battle stew, | |
So I packed my bags and buckled my shoes, | |
Yeah, that' s what I' ll do, | |
I' ll make some money, see the world, | |
A lot of new lessons have got to be learned, | |
And maybe I' ll be lucky with love, love, love | |
It' s all up now, | |
The clearings show, | |
The rainbow' s got its colours all around me, | |
I' m on my way, | |
This brand new day, | |
To find the way that fortune cares to show me, | |
Oh, but Killkee will never change, | |
For the warm west winds blow over | |
And maybe, wishful longing, | |
I' ll come back to you again someday. |
zuò qǔ : Houston | |
It' s all up now, | |
The day is gone, | |
The evening sun' s shadows following me, | |
The weather' s warm, | |
It took so long | |
To be lonely now and all surrounded, | |
But Killkee hasn' t changed, | |
For the warm west winds blow over, | |
And maybe in the morning | |
I' ll go to Clifden fair again. | |
Oh, when morning' s home from England, | |
With her yellow patent shoes, | |
And some of the latest fashions, | |
Make me rather look amused. | |
And somewhere up in Galway, | |
Her parents wheel away, | |
So her father tell us, | |
At church the other day. | |
Oh, but Killkee hasn' t changed, | |
For the long lost years grow longer, | |
Maybe in the morning, | |
Tomorrow will bring a change. | |
Hold on, hold on, | |
What' ll I do, | |
I don' t want to end up in a battle stew, | |
So I packed my bags and buckled my shoes, | |
Yeah, that' s what I' ll do, | |
I' ll make some money, see the world, | |
A lot of new lessons have got to be learned, | |
And maybe I' ll be lucky with love, love, love | |
It' s all up now, | |
The clearings show, | |
The rainbow' s got its colours all around me, | |
I' m on my way, | |
This brand new day, | |
To find the way that fortune cares to show me, | |
Oh, but Killkee will never change, | |
For the warm west winds blow over | |
And maybe, wishful longing, | |
I' ll come back to you again someday. |