Song | Hour Of Gold |
Artist | Emmylou Harris |
Album | Hickory Wind |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Harris | |
I have seen your soul turn black | |
And then retreat | |
To that dark place where no one else may follow | |
I waited here for your returning | |
To roll your cigarette | |
And wash your bloodied feet | |
You have heard the silent running | |
Of my dreams | |
Broke me from the grip of grief and fever | |
With the sound of your voice speaking my name | |
And a kiss | |
That I will feel forever | |
In the hour of gold, the hour of lead | |
WG did forge our wedding bed | |
On a hard and holy road | |
We lay down our head | |
In tha hour of gold, the hour oi lead | |
I have watched you riding on | |
The wall of death | |
And when il finally breaks you and you fall | |
I will tear this dress of muslin that you gave me | |
To bind the fatal wound | |
And catch your last sweet breath | |
In the hour of gold, the hour of lead | |
We did forge our wedding bed | |
On a hard and holy road | |
We lay down our head | |
In the hour of gold, the hour of lead | |
But the world will be my witness when | |
They excavate my heart | |
And find the image of your face | |
Imprinted there like some | |
Shroud of | |
Turin That neither time | |
Nor tundra could erase | |
In the hour of gold, the hour of lead | |
We did forge our wedding bed | |
On a hard and holy road | |
We lay down our head | |
In the hour of gold, the hour of lead |
zuo ci : Harris | |
I have seen your soul turn black | |
And then retreat | |
To that dark place where no one else may follow | |
I waited here for your returning | |
To roll your cigarette | |
And wash your bloodied feet | |
You have heard the silent running | |
Of my dreams | |
Broke me from the grip of grief and fever | |
With the sound of your voice speaking my name | |
And a kiss | |
That I will feel forever | |
In the hour of gold, the hour of lead | |
WG did forge our wedding bed | |
On a hard and holy road | |
We lay down our head | |
In tha hour of gold, the hour oi lead | |
I have watched you riding on | |
The wall of death | |
And when il finally breaks you and you fall | |
I will tear this dress of muslin that you gave me | |
To bind the fatal wound | |
And catch your last sweet breath | |
In the hour of gold, the hour of lead | |
We did forge our wedding bed | |
On a hard and holy road | |
We lay down our head | |
In the hour of gold, the hour of lead | |
But the world will be my witness when | |
They excavate my heart | |
And find the image of your face | |
Imprinted there like some | |
Shroud of | |
Turin That neither time | |
Nor tundra could erase | |
In the hour of gold, the hour of lead | |
We did forge our wedding bed | |
On a hard and holy road | |
We lay down our head | |
In the hour of gold, the hour of lead |
zuò cí : Harris | |
I have seen your soul turn black | |
And then retreat | |
To that dark place where no one else may follow | |
I waited here for your returning | |
To roll your cigarette | |
And wash your bloodied feet | |
You have heard the silent running | |
Of my dreams | |
Broke me from the grip of grief and fever | |
With the sound of your voice speaking my name | |
And a kiss | |
That I will feel forever | |
In the hour of gold, the hour of lead | |
WG did forge our wedding bed | |
On a hard and holy road | |
We lay down our head | |
In tha hour of gold, the hour oi lead | |
I have watched you riding on | |
The wall of death | |
And when il finally breaks you and you fall | |
I will tear this dress of muslin that you gave me | |
To bind the fatal wound | |
And catch your last sweet breath | |
In the hour of gold, the hour of lead | |
We did forge our wedding bed | |
On a hard and holy road | |
We lay down our head | |
In the hour of gold, the hour of lead | |
But the world will be my witness when | |
They excavate my heart | |
And find the image of your face | |
Imprinted there like some | |
Shroud of | |
Turin That neither time | |
Nor tundra could erase | |
In the hour of gold, the hour of lead | |
We did forge our wedding bed | |
On a hard and holy road | |
We lay down our head | |
In the hour of gold, the hour of lead |