Song | No More Walks In The Wood |
Artist | Eagles |
Album | Long Road Out Of Eden |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : Henley, Hollander, Smith |
[00:06.469] | No more walks in the wood |
[00:11.780] | The trees have all been cut down |
[00:16.960] | And where once they stood |
[00:21.110] | Not even a wagon rut |
[00:24.370] | Appears along the path |
[00:28.690] | Low brush is taking over |
[00:36.199] | No more walks in the wood |
[00:40.719] | This is the aftermath |
[00:44.209] | Of afternoons in the clover fields |
[00:50.139] | Where we once made love |
[00:53.639] | Then wandered home together |
[00:58.739] | Where the trees arched above |
[01:06.299] | Where we made our own weather |
[01:11.339] | When branches were the sky |
[01:21.119] | Now they are gone for good |
[01:25.219] | And you, for ill, and I |
[01:29.489] | Am only a passer-by |
[01:36.199] | We and the trees and the way |
[01:40.669] | Back from the fields of play |
[01:45.909] | Lasted as long as we could |
[01:51.859] | No more walks in the wood |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Henley, Hollander, Smith |
[00:06.469] | No more walks in the wood |
[00:11.780] | The trees have all been cut down |
[00:16.960] | And where once they stood |
[00:21.110] | Not even a wagon rut |
[00:24.370] | Appears along the path |
[00:28.690] | Low brush is taking over |
[00:36.199] | No more walks in the wood |
[00:40.719] | This is the aftermath |
[00:44.209] | Of afternoons in the clover fields |
[00:50.139] | Where we once made love |
[00:53.639] | Then wandered home together |
[00:58.739] | Where the trees arched above |
[01:06.299] | Where we made our own weather |
[01:11.339] | When branches were the sky |
[01:21.119] | Now they are gone for good |
[01:25.219] | And you, for ill, and I |
[01:29.489] | Am only a passerby |
[01:36.199] | We and the trees and the way |
[01:40.669] | Back from the fields of play |
[01:45.909] | Lasted as long as we could |
[01:51.859] | No more walks in the wood |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Henley, Hollander, Smith |
[00:06.469] | No more walks in the wood |
[00:11.780] | The trees have all been cut down |
[00:16.960] | And where once they stood |
[00:21.110] | Not even a wagon rut |
[00:24.370] | Appears along the path |
[00:28.690] | Low brush is taking over |
[00:36.199] | No more walks in the wood |
[00:40.719] | This is the aftermath |
[00:44.209] | Of afternoons in the clover fields |
[00:50.139] | Where we once made love |
[00:53.639] | Then wandered home together |
[00:58.739] | Where the trees arched above |
[01:06.299] | Where we made our own weather |
[01:11.339] | When branches were the sky |
[01:21.119] | Now they are gone for good |
[01:25.219] | And you, for ill, and I |
[01:29.489] | Am only a passerby |
[01:36.199] | We and the trees and the way |
[01:40.669] | Back from the fields of play |
[01:45.909] | Lasted as long as we could |
[01:51.859] | No more walks in the wood |