| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Anderson, Bruford, Squire |
| [01:26.55] | Harold Land |
| [01:30.20] | with a wave of his hand, |
| [01:32.63] | Said goodbye |
| [01:35.90] | to all that, |
| [01:38.51] | He paid his bills, |
| [01:41.28] | and stopped the Milk, |
| [01:43.56] | then put on his hat, |
| [01:49.43] | He tried to say |
| [01:51.83] | his last farewells |
| [01:54.00] | as quickly as he could, |
| [02:00.16] | Promising |
| [02:01.52] | that he would return, |
| [02:05.59] | but doubted |
| [02:07.10] | that he would, |
| [02:09.37] | Doubted that he would. |
| [02:13.39] | Doubted |
| [02:18.62] | Now he's |
| [02:19.55] | marching soldiers |
| [02:21.61] | in the rain |
| [02:22.89] | As on to |
| [02:24.83] | war they rode. |
| [02:28.99] | A long thin line |
| [02:31.13] | of human mind, |
| [02:33.47] | Damnation |
| [02:35.69] | as their load! |
| [02:39.26] | In the mud |
| [02:41.22] | in coldness dark |
| [02:44.10] | he'd shiver out his fear, |
| [02:49.33] | What disappointing |
| [02:51.62] | sights he'd seen |
| [02:54.25] | instead of |
| [02:55.46] | one's so dear |
| [02:58.54] | instead of one's so dear |
| [03:07.45] | Going home, |
| [03:10.25] | He's going home |
| [03:11.65] | to the land he loved so well, |
| [03:14.95] | he fought for two |
| [03:16.41] | whole years he never fell, |
| [03:20.60] | He's going home, |
| [03:24.39] | He's going home. |
| [03:30.64] | Harold Land |
| [03:33.15] | with a wave of his hand |
| [03:35.57] | stood sadly |
| [03:37.56] | on the stage, |
| [03:40.93] | Clutching red ribbons |
| [03:43.15] | from a badge |
| [03:45.55] | but he didn't look his age, |
| [03:51.30] | Only two years |
| [03:53.51] | had passed between |
| [03:56.20] | his leaving home and back, |
| [04:01.84] | He had lost |
| [04:03.75] | his love and youth |
| [04:06.82] | while leading the attack |
| [04:12.59] | Leading the attack |
| [04:22.99] | In conversation it could be said, |
| [04:28.50] | Well after war your heart is dead, |
| [04:33.42] | Well it's not hard to understand, |
| [04:38.88] | There is no heart in Harold Land. |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Anderson, Bruford, Squire |
| [01:26.55] | Harold Land |
| [01:30.20] | with a wave of his hand, |
| [01:32.63] | Said goodbye |
| [01:35.90] | to all that, |
| [01:38.51] | He paid his bills, |
| [01:41.28] | and stopped the Milk, |
| [01:43.56] | then put on his hat, |
| [01:49.43] | He tried to say |
| [01:51.83] | his last farewells |
| [01:54.00] | as quickly as he could, |
| [02:00.16] | Promising |
| [02:01.52] | that he would return, |
| [02:05.59] | but doubted |
| [02:07.10] | that he would, |
| [02:09.37] | Doubted that he would. |
| [02:13.39] | Doubted |
| [02:18.62] | Now he' s |
| [02:19.55] | marching soldiers |
| [02:21.61] | in the rain |
| [02:22.89] | As on to |
| [02:24.83] | war they rode. |
| [02:28.99] | A long thin line |
| [02:31.13] | of human mind, |
| [02:33.47] | Damnation |
| [02:35.69] | as their load! |
| [02:39.26] | In the mud |
| [02:41.22] | in coldness dark |
| [02:44.10] | he' d shiver out his fear, |
| [02:49.33] | What disappointing |
| [02:51.62] | sights he' d seen |
| [02:54.25] | instead of |
| [02:55.46] | one' s so dear |
| [02:58.54] | instead of one' s so dear |
| [03:07.45] | Going home, |
| [03:10.25] | He' s going home |
| [03:11.65] | to the land he loved so well, |
| [03:14.95] | he fought for two |
| [03:16.41] | whole years he never fell, |
| [03:20.60] | He' s going home, |
| [03:24.39] | He' s going home. |
| [03:30.64] | Harold Land |
| [03:33.15] | with a wave of his hand |
| [03:35.57] | stood sadly |
| [03:37.56] | on the stage, |
| [03:40.93] | Clutching red ribbons |
| [03:43.15] | from a badge |
| [03:45.55] | but he didn' t look his age, |
| [03:51.30] | Only two years |
| [03:53.51] | had passed between |
| [03:56.20] | his leaving home and back, |
| [04:01.84] | He had lost |
| [04:03.75] | his love and youth |
| [04:06.82] | while leading the attack |
| [04:12.59] | Leading the attack |
| [04:22.99] | In conversation it could be said, |
| [04:28.50] | Well after war your heart is dead, |
| [04:33.42] | Well it' s not hard to understand, |
| [04:38.88] | There is no heart in Harold Land. |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Anderson, Bruford, Squire |
| [01:26.55] | Harold Land |
| [01:30.20] | with a wave of his hand, |
| [01:32.63] | Said goodbye |
| [01:35.90] | to all that, |
| [01:38.51] | He paid his bills, |
| [01:41.28] | and stopped the Milk, |
| [01:43.56] | then put on his hat, |
| [01:49.43] | He tried to say |
| [01:51.83] | his last farewells |
| [01:54.00] | as quickly as he could, |
| [02:00.16] | Promising |
| [02:01.52] | that he would return, |
| [02:05.59] | but doubted |
| [02:07.10] | that he would, |
| [02:09.37] | Doubted that he would. |
| [02:13.39] | Doubted |
| [02:18.62] | Now he' s |
| [02:19.55] | marching soldiers |
| [02:21.61] | in the rain |
| [02:22.89] | As on to |
| [02:24.83] | war they rode. |
| [02:28.99] | A long thin line |
| [02:31.13] | of human mind, |
| [02:33.47] | Damnation |
| [02:35.69] | as their load! |
| [02:39.26] | In the mud |
| [02:41.22] | in coldness dark |
| [02:44.10] | he' d shiver out his fear, |
| [02:49.33] | What disappointing |
| [02:51.62] | sights he' d seen |
| [02:54.25] | instead of |
| [02:55.46] | one' s so dear |
| [02:58.54] | instead of one' s so dear |
| [03:07.45] | Going home, |
| [03:10.25] | He' s going home |
| [03:11.65] | to the land he loved so well, |
| [03:14.95] | he fought for two |
| [03:16.41] | whole years he never fell, |
| [03:20.60] | He' s going home, |
| [03:24.39] | He' s going home. |
| [03:30.64] | Harold Land |
| [03:33.15] | with a wave of his hand |
| [03:35.57] | stood sadly |
| [03:37.56] | on the stage, |
| [03:40.93] | Clutching red ribbons |
| [03:43.15] | from a badge |
| [03:45.55] | but he didn' t look his age, |
| [03:51.30] | Only two years |
| [03:53.51] | had passed between |
| [03:56.20] | his leaving home and back, |
| [04:01.84] | He had lost |
| [04:03.75] | his love and youth |
| [04:06.82] | while leading the attack |
| [04:12.59] | Leading the attack |
| [04:22.99] | In conversation it could be said, |
| [04:28.50] | Well after war your heart is dead, |
| [04:33.42] | Well it' s not hard to understand, |
| [04:38.88] | There is no heart in Harold Land. |
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