Song | Wreck of the Hesperus |
Artist | Procol Harum |
Album | A Salty Dog |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Fisher, Reid | |
(fisher / reid) | |
We'll hoist a hand, becalmed upon a troubled sea | |
'make haste to your funeral,' cries the valkyrie | |
We'll hoist a hand or drown amidst this stormy sea | |
'here lies a coffin,' cries the cemetery, it calls to me | |
And all for nothing quite in vain was hope forever tossed | |
No thoughts explained, no moments gained, all hope forever lost | |
One moment's space, one moment's final fall from grace | |
Burnt by fire, blind in sight, lost in ire | |
We'll hoist a hand, becalmed upon a troubled sea | |
I fear a mighty wave is threatening me | |
We'll hoist a hand, or drown amidst this stormy sea | |
'come follow after,' cry the humble, 'you will surely see ...' | |
But still for nothing quite in vain was hope forever tossed | |
No moments gained, no thoughts explained, all hope forever lost | |
One moment's space, one moment's final fall from grace | |
Burnt by fire, blind in sight, lost in ire |
zuo ci : Fisher, Reid | |
fisher reid | |
We' ll hoist a hand, becalmed upon a troubled sea | |
' make haste to your funeral,' cries the valkyrie | |
We' ll hoist a hand or drown amidst this stormy sea | |
' here lies a coffin,' cries the cemetery, it calls to me | |
And all for nothing quite in vain was hope forever tossed | |
No thoughts explained, no moments gained, all hope forever lost | |
One moment' s space, one moment' s final fall from grace | |
Burnt by fire, blind in sight, lost in ire | |
We' ll hoist a hand, becalmed upon a troubled sea | |
I fear a mighty wave is threatening me | |
We' ll hoist a hand, or drown amidst this stormy sea | |
' come follow after,' cry the humble, ' you will surely see ...' | |
But still for nothing quite in vain was hope forever tossed | |
No moments gained, no thoughts explained, all hope forever lost | |
One moment' s space, one moment' s final fall from grace | |
Burnt by fire, blind in sight, lost in ire |
zuò cí : Fisher, Reid | |
fisher reid | |
We' ll hoist a hand, becalmed upon a troubled sea | |
' make haste to your funeral,' cries the valkyrie | |
We' ll hoist a hand or drown amidst this stormy sea | |
' here lies a coffin,' cries the cemetery, it calls to me | |
And all for nothing quite in vain was hope forever tossed | |
No thoughts explained, no moments gained, all hope forever lost | |
One moment' s space, one moment' s final fall from grace | |
Burnt by fire, blind in sight, lost in ire | |
We' ll hoist a hand, becalmed upon a troubled sea | |
I fear a mighty wave is threatening me | |
We' ll hoist a hand, or drown amidst this stormy sea | |
' come follow after,' cry the humble, ' you will surely see ...' | |
But still for nothing quite in vain was hope forever tossed | |
No moments gained, no thoughts explained, all hope forever lost | |
One moment' s space, one moment' s final fall from grace | |
Burnt by fire, blind in sight, lost in ire |