| Song | Mama Lion |
| Artist | Crosby & Nash |
| Album | Wind on the Water |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Crosby, Nash | |
| The horns in the fog could be heard if not seen | |
| helping to guide the blind in a dream | |
| And down by the seashore, a banquet she gave | |
| She was feeding and needing a soul she could save | |
| Mama lion, mama lion, I'm starting to sink | |
| beneath the sunshine and the icicles | |
| in the things that you think | |
| There's a hole in my destiny | |
| and I'm out on the brink | |
| Mama lion, mama lion | |
| She bounces off the boulders, she runs on the rocks | |
| She's taking her time from her grandfather clocks | |
| And over the border, and down on the land | |
| She's living in the future | |
| and it lies in her hand | |
| Mama lion, mama lion, I'm starting to sink | |
| beneath the sunshine and the icicles | |
| in the things that you think | |
| There's a hole in my destiny | |
| and I'm out on the brink | |
| Mama lion, mama lion | |
| Mama lion, mama lion, I'm starting to sink | |
| beneath the sunshine and the icicles | |
| in the things that you think | |
| There's a hole in my destiny | |
| and I'm out on the brink | |
| Mama lion, mama lion |
| zuo ci : Crosby, Nash | |
| The horns in the fog could be heard if not seen | |
| helping to guide the blind in a dream | |
| And down by the seashore, a banquet she gave | |
| She was feeding and needing a soul she could save | |
| Mama lion, mama lion, I' m starting to sink | |
| beneath the sunshine and the icicles | |
| in the things that you think | |
| There' s a hole in my destiny | |
| and I' m out on the brink | |
| Mama lion, mama lion | |
| She bounces off the boulders, she runs on the rocks | |
| She' s taking her time from her grandfather clocks | |
| And over the border, and down on the land | |
| She' s living in the future | |
| and it lies in her hand | |
| Mama lion, mama lion, I' m starting to sink | |
| beneath the sunshine and the icicles | |
| in the things that you think | |
| There' s a hole in my destiny | |
| and I' m out on the brink | |
| Mama lion, mama lion | |
| Mama lion, mama lion, I' m starting to sink | |
| beneath the sunshine and the icicles | |
| in the things that you think | |
| There' s a hole in my destiny | |
| and I' m out on the brink | |
| Mama lion, mama lion |
| zuò cí : Crosby, Nash | |
| The horns in the fog could be heard if not seen | |
| helping to guide the blind in a dream | |
| And down by the seashore, a banquet she gave | |
| She was feeding and needing a soul she could save | |
| Mama lion, mama lion, I' m starting to sink | |
| beneath the sunshine and the icicles | |
| in the things that you think | |
| There' s a hole in my destiny | |
| and I' m out on the brink | |
| Mama lion, mama lion | |
| She bounces off the boulders, she runs on the rocks | |
| She' s taking her time from her grandfather clocks | |
| And over the border, and down on the land | |
| She' s living in the future | |
| and it lies in her hand | |
| Mama lion, mama lion, I' m starting to sink | |
| beneath the sunshine and the icicles | |
| in the things that you think | |
| There' s a hole in my destiny | |
| and I' m out on the brink | |
| Mama lion, mama lion | |
| Mama lion, mama lion, I' m starting to sink | |
| beneath the sunshine and the icicles | |
| in the things that you think | |
| There' s a hole in my destiny | |
| and I' m out on the brink | |
| Mama lion, mama lion |