Song | Morning Come |
Artist | Marianne Faithfull |
Album | A Child's Adventure |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Wally Badarou & Marianne Faithfull | |
作词 : Badarou, Faithfull | |
When will the morning come ? | |
I wait in darkness so long. | |
Will the sun ever rise again ? | |
Hours flowing over me | |
I wait in vain for some change. | |
Will light ever pierce this pain ? | |
Riding on a humming bird's wing, | |
Caravans fleeing from the East. | |
May the pilgrim join in the feast. | |
How will the morning be ? | |
I watched the dawn in my dreams | |
And imagined the day for years. | |
Shall I feel warmth again | |
And feel it true when they say | |
That the day never ends in tears ? | |
Riding on a humming bird's wing, | |
Caravans fleeing from the East. | |
May the pilgrim join in the feast. | |
Tell me please, | |
How will it come | |
This release, | |
A crack in the door. | |
Shall I feel warm again | |
And feel it true when they say | |
That the day never ends in tears ? | |
Beyond and back of the wind | |
Little birds fly into the sea. | |
Morning light shine on me. | |
Oh, tell me please, how will she come | |
Surrounding me, the opening door ? | |
Riding on a humming bird's wing, | |
Caravans fleeing from the East. | |
May the pilgrim join in the feast | |
Beyond and back of the wind | |
Little birds fly into the sea. | |
Morning light shine on me. | |
Riding on a humming bird's wing, | |
Caravans fleeing from the East ... |
zuo qu : Wally Badarou Marianne Faithfull | |
zuo ci : Badarou, Faithfull | |
When will the morning come ? | |
I wait in darkness so long. | |
Will the sun ever rise again ? | |
Hours flowing over me | |
I wait in vain for some change. | |
Will light ever pierce this pain ? | |
Riding on a humming bird' s wing, | |
Caravans fleeing from the East. | |
May the pilgrim join in the feast. | |
How will the morning be ? | |
I watched the dawn in my dreams | |
And imagined the day for years. | |
Shall I feel warmth again | |
And feel it true when they say | |
That the day never ends in tears ? | |
Riding on a humming bird' s wing, | |
Caravans fleeing from the East. | |
May the pilgrim join in the feast. | |
Tell me please, | |
How will it come | |
This release, | |
A crack in the door. | |
Shall I feel warm again | |
And feel it true when they say | |
That the day never ends in tears ? | |
Beyond and back of the wind | |
Little birds fly into the sea. | |
Morning light shine on me. | |
Oh, tell me please, how will she come | |
Surrounding me, the opening door ? | |
Riding on a humming bird' s wing, | |
Caravans fleeing from the East. | |
May the pilgrim join in the feast | |
Beyond and back of the wind | |
Little birds fly into the sea. | |
Morning light shine on me. | |
Riding on a humming bird' s wing, | |
Caravans fleeing from the East ... |
zuò qǔ : Wally Badarou Marianne Faithfull | |
zuò cí : Badarou, Faithfull | |
When will the morning come ? | |
I wait in darkness so long. | |
Will the sun ever rise again ? | |
Hours flowing over me | |
I wait in vain for some change. | |
Will light ever pierce this pain ? | |
Riding on a humming bird' s wing, | |
Caravans fleeing from the East. | |
May the pilgrim join in the feast. | |
How will the morning be ? | |
I watched the dawn in my dreams | |
And imagined the day for years. | |
Shall I feel warmth again | |
And feel it true when they say | |
That the day never ends in tears ? | |
Riding on a humming bird' s wing, | |
Caravans fleeing from the East. | |
May the pilgrim join in the feast. | |
Tell me please, | |
How will it come | |
This release, | |
A crack in the door. | |
Shall I feel warm again | |
And feel it true when they say | |
That the day never ends in tears ? | |
Beyond and back of the wind | |
Little birds fly into the sea. | |
Morning light shine on me. | |
Oh, tell me please, how will she come | |
Surrounding me, the opening door ? | |
Riding on a humming bird' s wing, | |
Caravans fleeing from the East. | |
May the pilgrim join in the feast | |
Beyond and back of the wind | |
Little birds fly into the sea. | |
Morning light shine on me. | |
Riding on a humming bird' s wing, | |
Caravans fleeing from the East ... |