| Song | Too Late For Prayin' |
| Artist | Gordon Lightfoot |
| Album | Sundown |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Lightfoot | |
| It was only yesterday | |
| When i heard the teacher say | |
| Patiently, one and two make three | |
| We were children, you and me | |
| Let us pray for the ones they call | |
| The children of today | |
| Nothin' left but promises | |
| Nothin' much is certain | |
| All we see is want and need across the board, why thank you lord | |
| We're livin' in the glory of your care | |
| Skies of blue have all turned brown | |
| To the sound of cryin | |
| Lord abide, let us stem the tide | |
| Of broken dreams | |
| Sometimes you seem to tell us | |
| It's too late for prayin' | |
| See the ocean wild and blue | |
| Think of all that's in her | |
| She will not surrender to the likes of us, but then she must | |
| They tell us, wise men tell us, it's too late | |
| For each child with eyes that smile | |
| There'll be ten more cryin' | |
| Lord abide, let us stem the time | |
| Of helplessness | |
| But then i guess we're livin' | |
| Is it too late for prayin' | |
| Nothin' here but grains of sand | |
| Nothin' much worth savin' | |
| Guess we've all got problems of our own to bear, and still we share | |
| Tomorrow could get better than today | |
| To the ones who've loved in vain | |
| Will ya be beholden | |
| Lord abide, let us stem the tide | |
| Of broken dreams | |
| Sometimes ya seem to tell us | |
| It's too late for prayin' |
| zuo ci : Lightfoot | |
| It was only yesterday | |
| When i heard the teacher say | |
| Patiently, one and two make three | |
| We were children, you and me | |
| Let us pray for the ones they call | |
| The children of today | |
| Nothin' left but promises | |
| Nothin' much is certain | |
| All we see is want and need across the board, why thank you lord | |
| We' re livin' in the glory of your care | |
| Skies of blue have all turned brown | |
| To the sound of cryin | |
| Lord abide, let us stem the tide | |
| Of broken dreams | |
| Sometimes you seem to tell us | |
| It' s too late for prayin' | |
| See the ocean wild and blue | |
| Think of all that' s in her | |
| She will not surrender to the likes of us, but then she must | |
| They tell us, wise men tell us, it' s too late | |
| For each child with eyes that smile | |
| There' ll be ten more cryin' | |
| Lord abide, let us stem the time | |
| Of helplessness | |
| But then i guess we' re livin' | |
| Is it too late for prayin' | |
| Nothin' here but grains of sand | |
| Nothin' much worth savin' | |
| Guess we' ve all got problems of our own to bear, and still we share | |
| Tomorrow could get better than today | |
| To the ones who' ve loved in vain | |
| Will ya be beholden | |
| Lord abide, let us stem the tide | |
| Of broken dreams | |
| Sometimes ya seem to tell us | |
| It' s too late for prayin' |
| zuò cí : Lightfoot | |
| It was only yesterday | |
| When i heard the teacher say | |
| Patiently, one and two make three | |
| We were children, you and me | |
| Let us pray for the ones they call | |
| The children of today | |
| Nothin' left but promises | |
| Nothin' much is certain | |
| All we see is want and need across the board, why thank you lord | |
| We' re livin' in the glory of your care | |
| Skies of blue have all turned brown | |
| To the sound of cryin | |
| Lord abide, let us stem the tide | |
| Of broken dreams | |
| Sometimes you seem to tell us | |
| It' s too late for prayin' | |
| See the ocean wild and blue | |
| Think of all that' s in her | |
| She will not surrender to the likes of us, but then she must | |
| They tell us, wise men tell us, it' s too late | |
| For each child with eyes that smile | |
| There' ll be ten more cryin' | |
| Lord abide, let us stem the time | |
| Of helplessness | |
| But then i guess we' re livin' | |
| Is it too late for prayin' | |
| Nothin' here but grains of sand | |
| Nothin' much worth savin' | |
| Guess we' ve all got problems of our own to bear, and still we share | |
| Tomorrow could get better than today | |
| To the ones who' ve loved in vain | |
| Will ya be beholden | |
| Lord abide, let us stem the tide | |
| Of broken dreams | |
| Sometimes ya seem to tell us | |
| It' s too late for prayin' |