Song | Hazel Eyes, I Will Lead You |
Artist | Josephine Foster |
Album | Hazel Eyes, I Will Lead You |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Foster | |
Heard you're growing strong | |
Though your tender feet are made of clay | |
Hazel Eyes, I will lead you | |
Through the forest, dark and day. | |
Will a few words break your bones? | |
My friend, don't let them sway | |
Heal a few wounds with your song of love | |
And fly away. | |
Saw you throwing stones | |
Though your needy hands are meant to play | |
Hazel eyes, I'd believe you | |
Matters not, what you say. | |
Will a few words break your bones? | |
My friend, don't let them sway | |
Heal a few wounds with your song of love | |
And fly away. | |
Heard you're growing strong | |
Though your tender feet are made of clay | |
Hazel Eyes, I will lead you | |
Through the forest, dark and day. |
zuo qu : Foster | |
Heard you' re growing strong | |
Though your tender feet are made of clay | |
Hazel Eyes, I will lead you | |
Through the forest, dark and day. | |
Will a few words break your bones? | |
My friend, don' t let them sway | |
Heal a few wounds with your song of love | |
And fly away. | |
Saw you throwing stones | |
Though your needy hands are meant to play | |
Hazel eyes, I' d believe you | |
Matters not, what you say. | |
Will a few words break your bones? | |
My friend, don' t let them sway | |
Heal a few wounds with your song of love | |
And fly away. | |
Heard you' re growing strong | |
Though your tender feet are made of clay | |
Hazel Eyes, I will lead you | |
Through the forest, dark and day. |
zuò qǔ : Foster | |
Heard you' re growing strong | |
Though your tender feet are made of clay | |
Hazel Eyes, I will lead you | |
Through the forest, dark and day. | |
Will a few words break your bones? | |
My friend, don' t let them sway | |
Heal a few wounds with your song of love | |
And fly away. | |
Saw you throwing stones | |
Though your needy hands are meant to play | |
Hazel eyes, I' d believe you | |
Matters not, what you say. | |
Will a few words break your bones? | |
My friend, don' t let them sway | |
Heal a few wounds with your song of love | |
And fly away. | |
Heard you' re growing strong | |
Though your tender feet are made of clay | |
Hazel Eyes, I will lead you | |
Through the forest, dark and day. |