The Plainsman Lyrics
| Song | The Plainsman |
| Artist | Fairport Convention |
| Artist | Gerry Conway |
| Album | 25th Anniversary Pack |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Trevor Lucas & Peter William Roche | |
| Lucas-Roche | |
| I come from the moor and the mointain, from the waterfall and stream. | |
| I've turned my back on the mountain track; I'm walking in a dream. | |
| And ev'ry new horizon to mee it looks the same | |
| But ev'rywhere looks old and bare while trav'ling on the plain. | |
| There's no-one rides this road with me, a plainsman rides alone. | |
| The welcome waits by a city gate, no voice to call me home. | |
| Alone I came into this place, and that is how I will go | |
| And all I learn is the season's turn, that's all I need to know. | |
| Oh the world is hung with silver tongues wiht good advice to give. | |
| If you can't show me how to die, don't tell me how to live. | |
| The plainsman's song, though it's seldom long, it's more than meets the ear | |
| And all I believe is the falling leaves at the turning of the year. |
| zuo qu : Trevor Lucas Peter William Roche | |
| LucasRoche | |
| I come from the moor and the mointain, from the waterfall and stream. | |
| I' ve turned my back on the mountain track I' m walking in a dream. | |
| And ev' ry new horizon to mee it looks the same | |
| But ev' rywhere looks old and bare while trav' ling on the plain. | |
| There' s noone rides this road with me, a plainsman rides alone. | |
| The welcome waits by a city gate, no voice to call me home. | |
| Alone I came into this place, and that is how I will go | |
| And all I learn is the season' s turn, that' s all I need to know. | |
| Oh the world is hung with silver tongues wiht good advice to give. | |
| If you can' t show me how to die, don' t tell me how to live. | |
| The plainsman' s song, though it' s seldom long, it' s more than meets the ear | |
| And all I believe is the falling leaves at the turning of the year. |
| zuò qǔ : Trevor Lucas Peter William Roche | |
| LucasRoche | |
| I come from the moor and the mointain, from the waterfall and stream. | |
| I' ve turned my back on the mountain track I' m walking in a dream. | |
| And ev' ry new horizon to mee it looks the same | |
| But ev' rywhere looks old and bare while trav' ling on the plain. | |
| There' s noone rides this road with me, a plainsman rides alone. | |
| The welcome waits by a city gate, no voice to call me home. | |
| Alone I came into this place, and that is how I will go | |
| And all I learn is the season' s turn, that' s all I need to know. | |
| Oh the world is hung with silver tongues wiht good advice to give. | |
| If you can' t show me how to die, don' t tell me how to live. | |
| The plainsman' s song, though it' s seldom long, it' s more than meets the ear | |
| And all I believe is the falling leaves at the turning of the year. |
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