Song | The Valleys |
Artist | Electrelane |
Album | The Power Out |
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作曲 : Electrelane | |
I heard it from the valleys | |
I heard it ringing in the mountains | |
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah | |
I heard it from the valleys | |
I heard him singing in the mountains | |
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah | |
Robert, when I drowse to-night | |
Skirting lawns of sleep to chase | |
Shifting dreams in mazy light | |
Somewhere then I'll see your face | |
Turning back to bid me follow | |
Where I wag my arms and hollow | |
Over hedges hasting after | |
Crooked smile and baffling laughter | |
We know such dreams are true | |
He's come back, all mirth and glory | |
-Running tireless, floating, leaping | |
-Down your web-hung woods and valleys | |
-Where the glowworm stars are peeping | |
Like the prince in a fairy story | |
-Till I find you, quiet as stone | |
-On a hill-top all alone | |
-Staring outward, gravely pondering | |
-Jumbled leagues of hillock-wandering | |
Winter called him far away | |
-You and I have walked together | |
-In the starving winter weather | |
-We've been glad because we knew | |
-Time's too short and friends are few | |
Blossoms bring him home with May | |
-We've been sad because we missed | |
-One whose yellow head was kissed | |
-By the gods, who thought about him | |
-Till they couldn't do without him | |
Now he's here again | |
Standing in a wood that swings | |
To the madrigal he sings | |
And I'm sure, as here I stand, | |
That he shines through every land | |
That he sings in every place | |
Where we're thinking of his face | |
While we know such dreams are true |
zuo qu : Electrelane | |
I heard it from the valleys | |
I heard it ringing in the mountains | |
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah | |
I heard it from the valleys | |
I heard him singing in the mountains | |
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah | |
Robert, when I drowse tonight | |
Skirting lawns of sleep to chase | |
Shifting dreams in mazy light | |
Somewhere then I' ll see your face | |
Turning back to bid me follow | |
Where I wag my arms and hollow | |
Over hedges hasting after | |
Crooked smile and baffling laughter | |
We know such dreams are true | |
He' s come back, all mirth and glory | |
Running tireless, floating, leaping | |
Down your webhung woods and valleys | |
Where the glowworm stars are peeping | |
Like the prince in a fairy story | |
Till I find you, quiet as stone | |
On a hilltop all alone | |
Staring outward, gravely pondering | |
Jumbled leagues of hillockwandering | |
Winter called him far away | |
You and I have walked together | |
In the starving winter weather | |
We' ve been glad because we knew | |
Time' s too short and friends are few | |
Blossoms bring him home with May | |
We' ve been sad because we missed | |
One whose yellow head was kissed | |
By the gods, who thought about him | |
Till they couldn' t do without him | |
Now he' s here again | |
Standing in a wood that swings | |
To the madrigal he sings | |
And I' m sure, as here I stand, | |
That he shines through every land | |
That he sings in every place | |
Where we' re thinking of his face | |
While we know such dreams are true |
zuò qǔ : Electrelane | |
I heard it from the valleys | |
I heard it ringing in the mountains | |
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah | |
I heard it from the valleys | |
I heard him singing in the mountains | |
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah | |
Robert, when I drowse tonight | |
Skirting lawns of sleep to chase | |
Shifting dreams in mazy light | |
Somewhere then I' ll see your face | |
Turning back to bid me follow | |
Where I wag my arms and hollow | |
Over hedges hasting after | |
Crooked smile and baffling laughter | |
We know such dreams are true | |
He' s come back, all mirth and glory | |
Running tireless, floating, leaping | |
Down your webhung woods and valleys | |
Where the glowworm stars are peeping | |
Like the prince in a fairy story | |
Till I find you, quiet as stone | |
On a hilltop all alone | |
Staring outward, gravely pondering | |
Jumbled leagues of hillockwandering | |
Winter called him far away | |
You and I have walked together | |
In the starving winter weather | |
We' ve been glad because we knew | |
Time' s too short and friends are few | |
Blossoms bring him home with May | |
We' ve been sad because we missed | |
One whose yellow head was kissed | |
By the gods, who thought about him | |
Till they couldn' t do without him | |
Now he' s here again | |
Standing in a wood that swings | |
To the madrigal he sings | |
And I' m sure, as here I stand, | |
That he shines through every land | |
That he sings in every place | |
Where we' re thinking of his face | |
While we know such dreams are true |