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 |