Song | The Lion's Share |
Artist | Dan Fogelberg |
Album | The Innocent Age |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Fogelberg | |
Grand slam, your moment's at hand, the day holds a costly bargain | |
Lost lamb asking the lion's share | |
Homespun, a prodigal son, comes begging a humble pardon | |
But no one rises to hear his prayer | |
Lone star, you've wandered so far and long in the unfamiliar | |
That now you travel a map unknown | |
Starbright, a constant delight to those in the dark | |
And still your birthright's to shine in the night alone | |
(Chorus) | |
Living in the shadows of the things that might have been | |
Torn between the blessing and the curse | |
You may stop the hunger but you'll never slake the thirst | |
For the nectar you remember but you'll never taste again | |
Nonesuch, your Midas' touch, has gilded your heart and left you | |
So much playing the prince of clowns | |
Hell-bent, empty and spent, just look what your gamble's got you | |
Exile far from the sacred grounds | |
(Chorus) | |
Grand slam, your moment's at hand, the day holds a costly bargain | |
Lost lamb, asking the lion's share |
zuo ci : Fogelberg | |
Grand slam, your moment' s at hand, the day holds a costly bargain | |
Lost lamb asking the lion' s share | |
Homespun, a prodigal son, comes begging a humble pardon | |
But no one rises to hear his prayer | |
Lone star, you' ve wandered so far and long in the unfamiliar | |
That now you travel a map unknown | |
Starbright, a constant delight to those in the dark | |
And still your birthright' s to shine in the night alone | |
Chorus | |
Living in the shadows of the things that might have been | |
Torn between the blessing and the curse | |
You may stop the hunger but you' ll never slake the thirst | |
For the nectar you remember but you' ll never taste again | |
Nonesuch, your Midas' touch, has gilded your heart and left you | |
So much playing the prince of clowns | |
Hellbent, empty and spent, just look what your gamble' s got you | |
Exile far from the sacred grounds | |
Chorus | |
Grand slam, your moment' s at hand, the day holds a costly bargain | |
Lost lamb, asking the lion' s share |
zuò cí : Fogelberg | |
Grand slam, your moment' s at hand, the day holds a costly bargain | |
Lost lamb asking the lion' s share | |
Homespun, a prodigal son, comes begging a humble pardon | |
But no one rises to hear his prayer | |
Lone star, you' ve wandered so far and long in the unfamiliar | |
That now you travel a map unknown | |
Starbright, a constant delight to those in the dark | |
And still your birthright' s to shine in the night alone | |
Chorus | |
Living in the shadows of the things that might have been | |
Torn between the blessing and the curse | |
You may stop the hunger but you' ll never slake the thirst | |
For the nectar you remember but you' ll never taste again | |
Nonesuch, your Midas' touch, has gilded your heart and left you | |
So much playing the prince of clowns | |
Hellbent, empty and spent, just look what your gamble' s got you | |
Exile far from the sacred grounds | |
Chorus | |
Grand slam, your moment' s at hand, the day holds a costly bargain | |
Lost lamb, asking the lion' s share |