| 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 |