| 作曲 : MacDonald, MacDonald | |
| So here you go you're on your own | |
| The flower blooms so freely | |
| For fortune, musket, fyfe and drum | |
| Your faking days won't leave you | |
| 'Cause young man now you nurse the gun | |
| You're nervous in the morning | |
| 'Neath shattered skies your body lies | |
| On the dark side of reason | |
| The blood is lusting in your heart | |
| Your flesh red hot and lonely | |
| And vengeance gulps the bitter cup | |
| That once held wine so sweetly | |
| But young man legends still unfold | |
| For regiment for glory | |
| You search for gold like you've been told | |
| And the light of day won't leave you | |
| But run | |
| You'll never turn and run | |
| The everlasting gun | |
| Your day will surely come | |
| You'll never run | |
| For fickle kings you click the heel | |
| Where a bleak moon leans so weary | |
| Forgotten names on faceless graves | |
| Your father's home awaits you | |
| Oh, the warrior is not the fool | |
| The refugee of freedom | |
| But the outlawed man who holds no gun | |
| On the dark side of reason | |
| But run | |
| You'll never turn and run | |
| The everlasting gun | |
| Your day will surely come | |
| You'll never run |
| zuo qu : MacDonald, MacDonald | |
| So here you go you' re on your own | |
| The flower blooms so freely | |
| For fortune, musket, fyfe and drum | |
| Your faking days won' t leave you | |
| ' Cause young man now you nurse the gun | |
| You' re nervous in the morning | |
| ' Neath shattered skies your body lies | |
| On the dark side of reason | |
| The blood is lusting in your heart | |
| Your flesh red hot and lonely | |
| And vengeance gulps the bitter cup | |
| That once held wine so sweetly | |
| But young man legends still unfold | |
| For regiment for glory | |
| You search for gold like you' ve been told | |
| And the light of day won' t leave you | |
| But run | |
| You' ll never turn and run | |
| The everlasting gun | |
| Your day will surely come | |
| You' ll never run | |
| For fickle kings you click the heel | |
| Where a bleak moon leans so weary | |
| Forgotten names on faceless graves | |
| Your father' s home awaits you | |
| Oh, the warrior is not the fool | |
| The refugee of freedom | |
| But the outlawed man who holds no gun | |
| On the dark side of reason | |
| But run | |
| You' ll never turn and run | |
| The everlasting gun | |
| Your day will surely come | |
| You' ll never run |
| zuò qǔ : MacDonald, MacDonald | |
| So here you go you' re on your own | |
| The flower blooms so freely | |
| For fortune, musket, fyfe and drum | |
| Your faking days won' t leave you | |
| ' Cause young man now you nurse the gun | |
| You' re nervous in the morning | |
| ' Neath shattered skies your body lies | |
| On the dark side of reason | |
| The blood is lusting in your heart | |
| Your flesh red hot and lonely | |
| And vengeance gulps the bitter cup | |
| That once held wine so sweetly | |
| But young man legends still unfold | |
| For regiment for glory | |
| You search for gold like you' ve been told | |
| And the light of day won' t leave you | |
| But run | |
| You' ll never turn and run | |
| The everlasting gun | |
| Your day will surely come | |
| You' ll never run | |
| For fickle kings you click the heel | |
| Where a bleak moon leans so weary | |
| Forgotten names on faceless graves | |
| Your father' s home awaits you | |
| Oh, the warrior is not the fool | |
| The refugee of freedom | |
| But the outlawed man who holds no gun | |
| On the dark side of reason | |
| But run | |
| You' ll never turn and run | |
| The everlasting gun | |
| Your day will surely come | |
| You' ll never run |
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