| Song | Like a River |
| Artist | Kate Wolf |
| Album | Close to You |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Kate Wolf |
| [00:01.000] | 作曲 : Kate Wolf |
| [00:25.087] | It's high on a mountain, the warm winds are blowing |
| [00:28.665] | And where the winds are blowing to there ain't no way of knowing |
| [00:35.366] | The mountain grass is short, it's dry and close to burning |
| [00:42.270] | Crying out for water as the season's turning |
| [00:49.230] | The sweet smell of the pines, the tall western cedar |
| [00:56.050] | Drifting on the wind through the mountains like a river |
| [01:10.470] | And I've been too long away from this wild open sky |
| [01:13.726] | On the concrete trails that wind through the canyons dark and wide |
| [01:20.930] | With the sounds of people talking in words of blue and gray |
| [01:27.789] | And smells of doors and windows closed against the day |
| [01:34.830] | The sweet smell of the pines, the tall western cedar |
| [01:41.741] | Drifting on the wind through the mountains like a river |
| [02:10.071] | Now the dust lies thick and heavy where my feet are falling |
| [02:13.714] | There's nothing but the sound of the jaybirds calling |
| [02:20.551] | My mind grows dry and thirsty as the memories linger |
| [02:27.534] | Drifting on the wind through the mountains like a river |
| [02:34.510] | The sweet smell of the pines, the tall western cedar |
| [02:41.326] | Drifting on the wind through the mountains like a river |
| [03:43.631] | The sweet smell of the pines, the tall western cedar |
| [03:50.391] | Drifting on the wind through the mountains like a river |
| [03:57.397] | The sweet smell of the pines, the tall western cedar |
| [04:04.343] | Drifting on the wind through the mountains like a river |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Kate Wolf |
| [00:01.000] | zuo qu : Kate Wolf |
| [00:25.087] | It' s high on a mountain, the warm winds are blowing |
| [00:28.665] | And where the winds are blowing to there ain' t no way of knowing |
| [00:35.366] | The mountain grass is short, it' s dry and close to burning |
| [00:42.270] | Crying out for water as the season' s turning |
| [00:49.230] | The sweet smell of the pines, the tall western cedar |
| [00:56.050] | Drifting on the wind through the mountains like a river |
| [01:10.470] | And I' ve been too long away from this wild open sky |
| [01:13.726] | On the concrete trails that wind through the canyons dark and wide |
| [01:20.930] | With the sounds of people talking in words of blue and gray |
| [01:27.789] | And smells of doors and windows closed against the day |
| [01:34.830] | The sweet smell of the pines, the tall western cedar |
| [01:41.741] | Drifting on the wind through the mountains like a river |
| [02:10.071] | Now the dust lies thick and heavy where my feet are falling |
| [02:13.714] | There' s nothing but the sound of the jaybirds calling |
| [02:20.551] | My mind grows dry and thirsty as the memories linger |
| [02:27.534] | Drifting on the wind through the mountains like a river |
| [02:34.510] | The sweet smell of the pines, the tall western cedar |
| [02:41.326] | Drifting on the wind through the mountains like a river |
| [03:43.631] | The sweet smell of the pines, the tall western cedar |
| [03:50.391] | Drifting on the wind through the mountains like a river |
| [03:57.397] | The sweet smell of the pines, the tall western cedar |
| [04:04.343] | Drifting on the wind through the mountains like a river |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Kate Wolf |
| [00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Kate Wolf |
| [00:25.087] | It' s high on a mountain, the warm winds are blowing |
| [00:28.665] | And where the winds are blowing to there ain' t no way of knowing |
| [00:35.366] | The mountain grass is short, it' s dry and close to burning |
| [00:42.270] | Crying out for water as the season' s turning |
| [00:49.230] | The sweet smell of the pines, the tall western cedar |
| [00:56.050] | Drifting on the wind through the mountains like a river |
| [01:10.470] | And I' ve been too long away from this wild open sky |
| [01:13.726] | On the concrete trails that wind through the canyons dark and wide |
| [01:20.930] | With the sounds of people talking in words of blue and gray |
| [01:27.789] | And smells of doors and windows closed against the day |
| [01:34.830] | The sweet smell of the pines, the tall western cedar |
| [01:41.741] | Drifting on the wind through the mountains like a river |
| [02:10.071] | Now the dust lies thick and heavy where my feet are falling |
| [02:13.714] | There' s nothing but the sound of the jaybirds calling |
| [02:20.551] | My mind grows dry and thirsty as the memories linger |
| [02:27.534] | Drifting on the wind through the mountains like a river |
| [02:34.510] | The sweet smell of the pines, the tall western cedar |
| [02:41.326] | Drifting on the wind through the mountains like a river |
| [03:43.631] | The sweet smell of the pines, the tall western cedar |
| [03:50.391] | Drifting on the wind through the mountains like a river |
| [03:57.397] | The sweet smell of the pines, the tall western cedar |
| [04:04.343] | Drifting on the wind through the mountains like a river |