| 作词 : | |
| I can hear - voices in the water | |
| Coming up like - smoke brings the wind | |
| I have to take some time - to relocate that house of mine | |
| I think I must of lost it in the river | |
| They see things so different | |
| To green eyes they give nothing away | |
| Do you think now at last | |
| You can tell me | |
| No you won't - give it away | |
| Crush snow on my face | |
| Feels like burning | |
| And the birds blackface singing in the tree | |
| If I got myself a gun | |
| Then I could shoot down every one | |
| Maybe I've just invented some religion | |
| I saw father dancing with his daughter | |
| And the music singing softly on the breeze | |
| I can't see an end - salvation anywhere | |
| Think I'll wait here till the cows come down the river | |
| Think I'll wait here till the cows come down the river | |
| you've heard all this before | |
| Already I know | |
| A lost soul - I won't say anymore |
| zuo ci : | |
| I can hear voices in the water | |
| Coming up like smoke brings the wind | |
| I have to take some time to relocate that house of mine | |
| I think I must of lost it in the river | |
| They see things so different | |
| To green eyes they give nothing away | |
| Do you think now at last | |
| You can tell me | |
| No you won' t give it away | |
| Crush snow on my face | |
| Feels like burning | |
| And the birds blackface singing in the tree | |
| If I got myself a gun | |
| Then I could shoot down every one | |
| Maybe I' ve just invented some religion | |
| I saw father dancing with his daughter | |
| And the music singing softly on the breeze | |
| I can' t see an end salvation anywhere | |
| Think I' ll wait here till the cows come down the river | |
| Think I' ll wait here till the cows come down the river | |
| you' ve heard all this before | |
| Already I know | |
| A lost soul I won' t say anymore |
| zuò cí : | |
| I can hear voices in the water | |
| Coming up like smoke brings the wind | |
| I have to take some time to relocate that house of mine | |
| I think I must of lost it in the river | |
| They see things so different | |
| To green eyes they give nothing away | |
| Do you think now at last | |
| You can tell me | |
| No you won' t give it away | |
| Crush snow on my face | |
| Feels like burning | |
| And the birds blackface singing in the tree | |
| If I got myself a gun | |
| Then I could shoot down every one | |
| Maybe I' ve just invented some religion | |
| I saw father dancing with his daughter | |
| And the music singing softly on the breeze | |
| I can' t see an end salvation anywhere | |
| Think I' ll wait here till the cows come down the river | |
| Think I' ll wait here till the cows come down the river | |
| you' ve heard all this before | |
| Already I know | |
| A lost soul I won' t say anymore |