Song | Winterwood |
Artist | Don McLean |
Album | The Best Of Don McLean |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : McLean | |
No-one can take your place with me, | |
And time has proven that I'm right. | |
There's no place I'd rather be, | |
Than at your place for the night. | |
No time can pass your sight unseen. | |
No moment steals away unfound. | |
Lifetime lived in such a dream, | |
Floats like a feather to the ground. | |
And for the first time I've been seeing | |
The things I'd never notice, without you. | |
And for the first time I'm discovering | |
The things I use to treasure, about you. | |
The birds like leaves on Winterwood, | |
Sing hopeful songs on dismal days. | |
They've learned to live life as they should. | |
They are at peace with natures ways. | |
You are as natural as the night, | |
And all that springs from you is good. | |
And the children born beneath your light, | |
Are like the birds on Winterwood. | |
And for the first time I've been seeing | |
The things I'd never notice, without you. | |
And for the first time I'm discovering | |
The things I use to treasure, about you. |
zuo qu : McLean | |
Noone can take your place with me, | |
And time has proven that I' m right. | |
There' s no place I' d rather be, | |
Than at your place for the night. | |
No time can pass your sight unseen. | |
No moment steals away unfound. | |
Lifetime lived in such a dream, | |
Floats like a feather to the ground. | |
And for the first time I' ve been seeing | |
The things I' d never notice, without you. | |
And for the first time I' m discovering | |
The things I use to treasure, about you. | |
The birds like leaves on Winterwood, | |
Sing hopeful songs on dismal days. | |
They' ve learned to live life as they should. | |
They are at peace with natures ways. | |
You are as natural as the night, | |
And all that springs from you is good. | |
And the children born beneath your light, | |
Are like the birds on Winterwood. | |
And for the first time I' ve been seeing | |
The things I' d never notice, without you. | |
And for the first time I' m discovering | |
The things I use to treasure, about you. |
zuò qǔ : McLean | |
Noone can take your place with me, | |
And time has proven that I' m right. | |
There' s no place I' d rather be, | |
Than at your place for the night. | |
No time can pass your sight unseen. | |
No moment steals away unfound. | |
Lifetime lived in such a dream, | |
Floats like a feather to the ground. | |
And for the first time I' ve been seeing | |
The things I' d never notice, without you. | |
And for the first time I' m discovering | |
The things I use to treasure, about you. | |
The birds like leaves on Winterwood, | |
Sing hopeful songs on dismal days. | |
They' ve learned to live life as they should. | |
They are at peace with natures ways. | |
You are as natural as the night, | |
And all that springs from you is good. | |
And the children born beneath your light, | |
Are like the birds on Winterwood. | |
And for the first time I' ve been seeing | |
The things I' d never notice, without you. | |
And for the first time I' m discovering | |
The things I use to treasure, about you. |