作词 : Anonymous Composer, Nagle | |
I come and stand at every door | |
But no-one hears my silent plea | |
I knock and yet remain unseen | |
For i am dead for i am dead | |
I need no fruit nor even rice | |
I need no meat nor even bread | |
And i need nothing for myself | |
When children die they do not grow | |
I woke one day to ash in light | |
My eyes grew dim my eyes grew bright | |
Death came and turned my bones to dust | |
And scattered swirling in the wind | |
I need no fruit nor even spice | |
I need no sweet or even bread | |
And i need nothing for myself |
zuo ci : Anonymous Composer, Nagle | |
I come and stand at every door | |
But noone hears my silent plea | |
I knock and yet remain unseen | |
For i am dead for i am dead | |
I need no fruit nor even rice | |
I need no meat nor even bread | |
And i need nothing for myself | |
When children die they do not grow | |
I woke one day to ash in light | |
My eyes grew dim my eyes grew bright | |
Death came and turned my bones to dust | |
And scattered swirling in the wind | |
I need no fruit nor even spice | |
I need no sweet or even bread | |
And i need nothing for myself |
zuò cí : Anonymous Composer, Nagle | |
I come and stand at every door | |
But noone hears my silent plea | |
I knock and yet remain unseen | |
For i am dead for i am dead | |
I need no fruit nor even rice | |
I need no meat nor even bread | |
And i need nothing for myself | |
When children die they do not grow | |
I woke one day to ash in light | |
My eyes grew dim my eyes grew bright | |
Death came and turned my bones to dust | |
And scattered swirling in the wind | |
I need no fruit nor even spice | |
I need no sweet or even bread | |
And i need nothing for myself |