Song | Hills Of Morning |
Artist | Bruce Cockburn |
Album | Dancing In The Dragon's Jaws (Deluxe Edition) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cockburn | |
Underneath the mask of the sulphur sky | |
A bunch of us were busy waiting, | |
Watching the people looking ill-at-ease, | |
Watching the fraying rope get closer to breaking | |
Women and men moved back and forth | |
In between effect and cause | |
And just beyond the range of normal sight | |
This glittering joker was dancing in the dragon's jaws | |
Let me be a little of your breath | |
Moving over the face of the deep -- | |
I want to be a particle of your light | |
Flowing over the hills of morning | |
The only sign you gave of who you were | |
When you first came walking down the road, | |
Was the way the dust motes danced around | |
Your feet in a cloud of gold | |
But everything you see's not the way it seems -- | |
Tears can sing and joy shed tears. | |
You can take the wisdom of this world | |
And give it to the ones who think it all ends here | |
Let me be a little of your breath | |
Moving over the face of the deep -- | |
I want to be a particle of your light | |
Flowing over the hills of morning |
zuo ci : Cockburn | |
Underneath the mask of the sulphur sky | |
A bunch of us were busy waiting, | |
Watching the people looking illatease, | |
Watching the fraying rope get closer to breaking | |
Women and men moved back and forth | |
In between effect and cause | |
And just beyond the range of normal sight | |
This glittering joker was dancing in the dragon' s jaws | |
Let me be a little of your breath | |
Moving over the face of the deep | |
I want to be a particle of your light | |
Flowing over the hills of morning | |
The only sign you gave of who you were | |
When you first came walking down the road, | |
Was the way the dust motes danced around | |
Your feet in a cloud of gold | |
But everything you see' s not the way it seems | |
Tears can sing and joy shed tears. | |
You can take the wisdom of this world | |
And give it to the ones who think it all ends here | |
Let me be a little of your breath | |
Moving over the face of the deep | |
I want to be a particle of your light | |
Flowing over the hills of morning |
zuò cí : Cockburn | |
Underneath the mask of the sulphur sky | |
A bunch of us were busy waiting, | |
Watching the people looking illatease, | |
Watching the fraying rope get closer to breaking | |
Women and men moved back and forth | |
In between effect and cause | |
And just beyond the range of normal sight | |
This glittering joker was dancing in the dragon' s jaws | |
Let me be a little of your breath | |
Moving over the face of the deep | |
I want to be a particle of your light | |
Flowing over the hills of morning | |
The only sign you gave of who you were | |
When you first came walking down the road, | |
Was the way the dust motes danced around | |
Your feet in a cloud of gold | |
But everything you see' s not the way it seems | |
Tears can sing and joy shed tears. | |
You can take the wisdom of this world | |
And give it to the ones who think it all ends here | |
Let me be a little of your breath | |
Moving over the face of the deep | |
I want to be a particle of your light | |
Flowing over the hills of morning |