Song | Up On The Hillside |
Artist | Bruce Cockburn |
Album | Sunwheel Dance (Deluxe Edition) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cockburn | |
Up on the hillside you can see the cross shine | |
Out in the alley hear the hungry dog whine | |
You and I, friend, sit waiting for a sign | |
See how the sunset makes the lake look like wine | |
Over the mountain I can hear myself called | |
I want to come running but my window's too small | |
The cliffs are so high and I might fall | |
What were you saying? -- oh, it's nothing at all | |
Yes, the world's in convulsions and the weather is fine | |
Buicks get bigger and five cents costs a dime | |
I must get going, you know, there's not much time | |
The road is waiting and I'm running out of rhyme | |
Up on the hillside, see how the cross does shine |
zuo ci : Cockburn | |
Up on the hillside you can see the cross shine | |
Out in the alley hear the hungry dog whine | |
You and I, friend, sit waiting for a sign | |
See how the sunset makes the lake look like wine | |
Over the mountain I can hear myself called | |
I want to come running but my window' s too small | |
The cliffs are so high and I might fall | |
What were you saying? oh, it' s nothing at all | |
Yes, the world' s in convulsions and the weather is fine | |
Buicks get bigger and five cents costs a dime | |
I must get going, you know, there' s not much time | |
The road is waiting and I' m running out of rhyme | |
Up on the hillside, see how the cross does shine |
zuò cí : Cockburn | |
Up on the hillside you can see the cross shine | |
Out in the alley hear the hungry dog whine | |
You and I, friend, sit waiting for a sign | |
See how the sunset makes the lake look like wine | |
Over the mountain I can hear myself called | |
I want to come running but my window' s too small | |
The cliffs are so high and I might fall | |
What were you saying? oh, it' s nothing at all | |
Yes, the world' s in convulsions and the weather is fine | |
Buicks get bigger and five cents costs a dime | |
I must get going, you know, there' s not much time | |
The road is waiting and I' m running out of rhyme | |
Up on the hillside, see how the cross does shine |