Song | In The Passage |
Artist | Dan Fogelberg |
Album | The Innocent Age |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Fogelberg | |
There's a ring around the moon tonight and a chill in the air | |
And a fire in the stars that hang so near, so near | |
There's a sound in the wind that blows through the wild mountain holds | |
Like the sighs of a thousand crying souls, crying souls | |
There's a time when the traveler is fated to find | |
That insight has turned his gaze behind, behind | |
And the steps taken yesterday will beckon again | |
And lead to his weary journey's end, his journey's end | |
(Chorus) | |
And in the passage from the cradle to the grave we are born, madly dancing | |
Rushing headlong through the crashing of the days | |
We run on and on without a backwards glance | |
We run on and on without a backwards glance | |
I cast my fate with the wife of Lot I turned my gaze around | |
Knowing neither what I sought nor what was to be found | |
Heeding weakness, feeding strength, oh life at length is frail | |
I seek again the river's source through time's dark shadowed veil | |
In the fast fading century, as we spin through the years | |
I pray that our failing vision clears, our vision clears | |
(Chorus) | |
The places dash and the faces dart like fishes in a dream | |
Hiding 'neath the murky banks of long forgotten streams | |
The lines of life are never long when seen from end to end | |
The future's never coming, and the past has never been | |
There's a ring around the moon tonight, and a chill in the air | |
And a fire in the stars that hang so near, so near |
zuo ci : Fogelberg | |
There' s a ring around the moon tonight and a chill in the air | |
And a fire in the stars that hang so near, so near | |
There' s a sound in the wind that blows through the wild mountain holds | |
Like the sighs of a thousand crying souls, crying souls | |
There' s a time when the traveler is fated to find | |
That insight has turned his gaze behind, behind | |
And the steps taken yesterday will beckon again | |
And lead to his weary journey' s end, his journey' s end | |
Chorus | |
And in the passage from the cradle to the grave we are born, madly dancing | |
Rushing headlong through the crashing of the days | |
We run on and on without a backwards glance | |
We run on and on without a backwards glance | |
I cast my fate with the wife of Lot I turned my gaze around | |
Knowing neither what I sought nor what was to be found | |
Heeding weakness, feeding strength, oh life at length is frail | |
I seek again the river' s source through time' s dark shadowed veil | |
In the fast fading century, as we spin through the years | |
I pray that our failing vision clears, our vision clears | |
Chorus | |
The places dash and the faces dart like fishes in a dream | |
Hiding ' neath the murky banks of long forgotten streams | |
The lines of life are never long when seen from end to end | |
The future' s never coming, and the past has never been | |
There' s a ring around the moon tonight, and a chill in the air | |
And a fire in the stars that hang so near, so near |
zuò cí : Fogelberg | |
There' s a ring around the moon tonight and a chill in the air | |
And a fire in the stars that hang so near, so near | |
There' s a sound in the wind that blows through the wild mountain holds | |
Like the sighs of a thousand crying souls, crying souls | |
There' s a time when the traveler is fated to find | |
That insight has turned his gaze behind, behind | |
And the steps taken yesterday will beckon again | |
And lead to his weary journey' s end, his journey' s end | |
Chorus | |
And in the passage from the cradle to the grave we are born, madly dancing | |
Rushing headlong through the crashing of the days | |
We run on and on without a backwards glance | |
We run on and on without a backwards glance | |
I cast my fate with the wife of Lot I turned my gaze around | |
Knowing neither what I sought nor what was to be found | |
Heeding weakness, feeding strength, oh life at length is frail | |
I seek again the river' s source through time' s dark shadowed veil | |
In the fast fading century, as we spin through the years | |
I pray that our failing vision clears, our vision clears | |
Chorus | |
The places dash and the faces dart like fishes in a dream | |
Hiding ' neath the murky banks of long forgotten streams | |
The lines of life are never long when seen from end to end | |
The future' s never coming, and the past has never been | |
There' s a ring around the moon tonight, and a chill in the air | |
And a fire in the stars that hang so near, so near |