Song | All Our Days |
Artist | Sandy Denny |
Album | A Boxful Of Treasures |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Denny | |
We search for everything | |
Keeping what we would win | |
Orchids or tiny flowers | |
Wooden huts or ivory towers | |
Centuries or hours | |
Dark are the winter days | |
Holy in many ways | |
Vaults of time unshaken | |
Whilst as through them we are taken | |
Sleeping forests wake | |
Ice melts on the lake | |
Birds begin in making their way back home | |
The frost and the fire goes | |
East winds and winter snows | |
Sun upon the daffodils | |
Dancing on the verdant hills | |
Lambs in the fields | |
Warmer grows the morning sun | |
Days of youthfulness and fun | |
The prime of the year begun | |
The song of summer to be sung | |
Everything is one | |
Working day is done | |
Watch the river running through our lives | |
How slowly the colours change | |
We feel the drops of rain | |
Mists of evening rise again | |
We rarely stroll the shadowed lanes | |
As autumn night draws in | |
We sit upon the sand | |
Warmth draining from the land | |
Watching the ruby sun | |
Setting on the ocean | |
The echoes in the caves | |
The flame upon the waves | |
Memories for saving all our days |
zuo ci : Denny | |
We search for everything | |
Keeping what we would win | |
Orchids or tiny flowers | |
Wooden huts or ivory towers | |
Centuries or hours | |
Dark are the winter days | |
Holy in many ways | |
Vaults of time unshaken | |
Whilst as through them we are taken | |
Sleeping forests wake | |
Ice melts on the lake | |
Birds begin in making their way back home | |
The frost and the fire goes | |
East winds and winter snows | |
Sun upon the daffodils | |
Dancing on the verdant hills | |
Lambs in the fields | |
Warmer grows the morning sun | |
Days of youthfulness and fun | |
The prime of the year begun | |
The song of summer to be sung | |
Everything is one | |
Working day is done | |
Watch the river running through our lives | |
How slowly the colours change | |
We feel the drops of rain | |
Mists of evening rise again | |
We rarely stroll the shadowed lanes | |
As autumn night draws in | |
We sit upon the sand | |
Warmth draining from the land | |
Watching the ruby sun | |
Setting on the ocean | |
The echoes in the caves | |
The flame upon the waves | |
Memories for saving all our days |
zuò cí : Denny | |
We search for everything | |
Keeping what we would win | |
Orchids or tiny flowers | |
Wooden huts or ivory towers | |
Centuries or hours | |
Dark are the winter days | |
Holy in many ways | |
Vaults of time unshaken | |
Whilst as through them we are taken | |
Sleeping forests wake | |
Ice melts on the lake | |
Birds begin in making their way back home | |
The frost and the fire goes | |
East winds and winter snows | |
Sun upon the daffodils | |
Dancing on the verdant hills | |
Lambs in the fields | |
Warmer grows the morning sun | |
Days of youthfulness and fun | |
The prime of the year begun | |
The song of summer to be sung | |
Everything is one | |
Working day is done | |
Watch the river running through our lives | |
How slowly the colours change | |
We feel the drops of rain | |
Mists of evening rise again | |
We rarely stroll the shadowed lanes | |
As autumn night draws in | |
We sit upon the sand | |
Warmth draining from the land | |
Watching the ruby sun | |
Setting on the ocean | |
The echoes in the caves | |
The flame upon the waves | |
Memories for saving all our days |