Song | Gone Again |
Artist | Patti Smith |
Album | Gone Again |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Fred "Sonic" Smith/Patti Smith | |
Hey, now man's own kin | |
We commend into the wind | |
Grateful arms, grateful limbs | |
Grateful soul he's gone again | |
[Incomprehensible] he's gone again | |
I have a winter's tale | |
A vagrant hearts relent prevail | |
Sow their seed into the wind | |
Seize the sky and they're gone again | |
Fame is fleeting God is nigh | |
We raise our arms to Him on night | |
We shoot our flint into the sun | |
We bless our spoils and we're gone, we're gone | |
Hey, now man's own kin | |
We commend into the wind | |
Grateful arms, grateful limbs | |
Grateful heart gone again | |
Here a man, man's own kin | |
He turned his back and his own people shot him | |
And he fell on his knees before the burning plane | |
And he beheld fields of gold his land, his sun | |
And he arose his blood aflame | |
The clouds pressed with hand prints stained | |
One last breath the sky is high | |
The hungry earth the empty vein | |
The ashes rain death's own bed | |
Man's own kin into the wind | |
One last breath hole in life | |
Love knot tied braid undone | |
Child born the hollow horn | |
Warrior cried a warrior died | |
One last breath lick of flame | |
Spirit moaned spirit shed | |
The heavens fed man's own kin | |
Grips the sky and he's gone again | |
Hey, now man's own kin | |
We lay down into the wind | |
Grateful arms, grateful limbs | |
Grateful heart he's gone again | |
Hey, now man's own kin | |
He ascends into the wind | |
Grateful heart, grateful limbs | |
Grateful man he's gone again |
zuo qu : Fred " Sonic" Smith Patti Smith | |
Hey, now man' s own kin | |
We commend into the wind | |
Grateful arms, grateful limbs | |
Grateful soul he' s gone again | |
Incomprehensible he' s gone again | |
I have a winter' s tale | |
A vagrant hearts relent prevail | |
Sow their seed into the wind | |
Seize the sky and they' re gone again | |
Fame is fleeting God is nigh | |
We raise our arms to Him on night | |
We shoot our flint into the sun | |
We bless our spoils and we' re gone, we' re gone | |
Hey, now man' s own kin | |
We commend into the wind | |
Grateful arms, grateful limbs | |
Grateful heart gone again | |
Here a man, man' s own kin | |
He turned his back and his own people shot him | |
And he fell on his knees before the burning plane | |
And he beheld fields of gold his land, his sun | |
And he arose his blood aflame | |
The clouds pressed with hand prints stained | |
One last breath the sky is high | |
The hungry earth the empty vein | |
The ashes rain death' s own bed | |
Man' s own kin into the wind | |
One last breath hole in life | |
Love knot tied braid undone | |
Child born the hollow horn | |
Warrior cried a warrior died | |
One last breath lick of flame | |
Spirit moaned spirit shed | |
The heavens fed man' s own kin | |
Grips the sky and he' s gone again | |
Hey, now man' s own kin | |
We lay down into the wind | |
Grateful arms, grateful limbs | |
Grateful heart he' s gone again | |
Hey, now man' s own kin | |
He ascends into the wind | |
Grateful heart, grateful limbs | |
Grateful man he' s gone again |
zuò qǔ : Fred " Sonic" Smith Patti Smith | |
Hey, now man' s own kin | |
We commend into the wind | |
Grateful arms, grateful limbs | |
Grateful soul he' s gone again | |
Incomprehensible he' s gone again | |
I have a winter' s tale | |
A vagrant hearts relent prevail | |
Sow their seed into the wind | |
Seize the sky and they' re gone again | |
Fame is fleeting God is nigh | |
We raise our arms to Him on night | |
We shoot our flint into the sun | |
We bless our spoils and we' re gone, we' re gone | |
Hey, now man' s own kin | |
We commend into the wind | |
Grateful arms, grateful limbs | |
Grateful heart gone again | |
Here a man, man' s own kin | |
He turned his back and his own people shot him | |
And he fell on his knees before the burning plane | |
And he beheld fields of gold his land, his sun | |
And he arose his blood aflame | |
The clouds pressed with hand prints stained | |
One last breath the sky is high | |
The hungry earth the empty vein | |
The ashes rain death' s own bed | |
Man' s own kin into the wind | |
One last breath hole in life | |
Love knot tied braid undone | |
Child born the hollow horn | |
Warrior cried a warrior died | |
One last breath lick of flame | |
Spirit moaned spirit shed | |
The heavens fed man' s own kin | |
Grips the sky and he' s gone again | |
Hey, now man' s own kin | |
We lay down into the wind | |
Grateful arms, grateful limbs | |
Grateful heart he' s gone again | |
Hey, now man' s own kin | |
He ascends into the wind | |
Grateful heart, grateful limbs | |
Grateful man he' s gone again |