Song | Nantucket Sleighride |
Artist | Mountain |
Album | Twin Peaks [live] |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Collins, Pappalardi | |
Goodbye, little | |
Robin-Marie | |
Don't try followin' me | |
Don't cry, little | |
Robin-Marie' | |
Cause you know, | |
I'm coming home soon | |
My ships' leaving on a three year tour | |
The next tide will take us from shore | |
Wind laced, gather in sail and spray | |
On a search for the mighty sperm whale | |
Fly your willow branches, wrap your body round my soul | |
Lay down your reeds and drums on my soft sheets | |
There are years behind us reaching | |
To the place where hearts are beating | |
And I know, you're the last true love | |
I'll ever meet | |
And I know, you're the last true love | |
I'll ever meet | |
Star buck is sharpening his harpoon | |
The black man is playing his tune | |
An old salt is sleepin' his watch away | |
He'll be drunk again before noon | |
Three years sailing on bended knee | |
We found no whales in the sea | |
Don't cry, little | |
Robin-Marie' | |
Cause we'll be in sight of land soon | |
Fly your willow branches, wrap your body round my soul | |
Lay down your reeds and drums on my soft sheets | |
There are years behind us reaching | |
To the place where hearts are beating | |
And I know, you're the last true love | |
I'll ever meet | |
And I know, you're the last true love | |
I'll ever meet |
zuo ci : Collins, Pappalardi | |
Goodbye, little | |
RobinMarie | |
Don' t try followin' me | |
Don' t cry, little | |
RobinMarie' | |
Cause you know, | |
I' m coming home soon | |
My ships' leaving on a three year tour | |
The next tide will take us from shore | |
Wind laced, gather in sail and spray | |
On a search for the mighty sperm whale | |
Fly your willow branches, wrap your body round my soul | |
Lay down your reeds and drums on my soft sheets | |
There are years behind us reaching | |
To the place where hearts are beating | |
And I know, you' re the last true love | |
I' ll ever meet | |
And I know, you' re the last true love | |
I' ll ever meet | |
Star buck is sharpening his harpoon | |
The black man is playing his tune | |
An old salt is sleepin' his watch away | |
He' ll be drunk again before noon | |
Three years sailing on bended knee | |
We found no whales in the sea | |
Don' t cry, little | |
RobinMarie' | |
Cause we' ll be in sight of land soon | |
Fly your willow branches, wrap your body round my soul | |
Lay down your reeds and drums on my soft sheets | |
There are years behind us reaching | |
To the place where hearts are beating | |
And I know, you' re the last true love | |
I' ll ever meet | |
And I know, you' re the last true love | |
I' ll ever meet |
zuò cí : Collins, Pappalardi | |
Goodbye, little | |
RobinMarie | |
Don' t try followin' me | |
Don' t cry, little | |
RobinMarie' | |
Cause you know, | |
I' m coming home soon | |
My ships' leaving on a three year tour | |
The next tide will take us from shore | |
Wind laced, gather in sail and spray | |
On a search for the mighty sperm whale | |
Fly your willow branches, wrap your body round my soul | |
Lay down your reeds and drums on my soft sheets | |
There are years behind us reaching | |
To the place where hearts are beating | |
And I know, you' re the last true love | |
I' ll ever meet | |
And I know, you' re the last true love | |
I' ll ever meet | |
Star buck is sharpening his harpoon | |
The black man is playing his tune | |
An old salt is sleepin' his watch away | |
He' ll be drunk again before noon | |
Three years sailing on bended knee | |
We found no whales in the sea | |
Don' t cry, little | |
RobinMarie' | |
Cause we' ll be in sight of land soon | |
Fly your willow branches, wrap your body round my soul | |
Lay down your reeds and drums on my soft sheets | |
There are years behind us reaching | |
To the place where hearts are beating | |
And I know, you' re the last true love | |
I' ll ever meet | |
And I know, you' re the last true love | |
I' ll ever meet |