| Song | Potter's Wheel |
| Artist | John Denver |
| Album | Different Directions |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Danoff, Denver | |
| Lyrics:Bill Danoff Music:Bill Danoff | |
| The world is fast becoming younger | |
| The news is all they've ever known | |
| They've seen the wars, the hurt, the hunger | |
| How will they choose when they are grown | |
| What do you tell forever's children | |
| When it's their turn to hurt and heal | |
| Whatever spins a grim tornado | |
| Can also turn a potter's wheel | |
| Chorus: | |
| Take a little clay | |
| Put it on a wheel | |
| Get a little hint | |
| How God must feel | |
| Give a little turn | |
| Listen to it spin | |
| Make it into the shape | |
| You want it in | |
| Tell with your life the bloody story | |
| Teach to they're dreams not burning steel | |
| It's not in bombs where lies the glory | |
| But in what's shattered on the field | |
| The potter's wheel takes love and caring | |
| Skill and patience fast and slow | |
| The works it makes are easily broken | |
| Once they survive the potter's throw | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Some day some children will be digging | |
| In some long forgotten ground | |
| And they'll find our civilization | |
| Or what's left of it to be found | |
| They'll find the weapons of destruction | |
| But buried deeper in the hole | |
| They'll find a message and a promise | |
| In the sand, the potter's bowl | |
| (Chorus) | |
| Earth and water and wind conspire | |
| With human hands, and love, and fire |
| zuo ci : Danoff, Denver | |
| Lyrics: Bill Danoff Music: Bill Danoff | |
| The world is fast becoming younger | |
| The news is all they' ve ever known | |
| They' ve seen the wars, the hurt, the hunger | |
| How will they choose when they are grown | |
| What do you tell forever' s children | |
| When it' s their turn to hurt and heal | |
| Whatever spins a grim tornado | |
| Can also turn a potter' s wheel | |
| Chorus: | |
| Take a little clay | |
| Put it on a wheel | |
| Get a little hint | |
| How God must feel | |
| Give a little turn | |
| Listen to it spin | |
| Make it into the shape | |
| You want it in | |
| Tell with your life the bloody story | |
| Teach to they' re dreams not burning steel | |
| It' s not in bombs where lies the glory | |
| But in what' s shattered on the field | |
| The potter' s wheel takes love and caring | |
| Skill and patience fast and slow | |
| The works it makes are easily broken | |
| Once they survive the potter' s throw | |
| Chorus | |
| Some day some children will be digging | |
| In some long forgotten ground | |
| And they' ll find our civilization | |
| Or what' s left of it to be found | |
| They' ll find the weapons of destruction | |
| But buried deeper in the hole | |
| They' ll find a message and a promise | |
| In the sand, the potter' s bowl | |
| Chorus | |
| Earth and water and wind conspire | |
| With human hands, and love, and fire |
| zuò cí : Danoff, Denver | |
| Lyrics: Bill Danoff Music: Bill Danoff | |
| The world is fast becoming younger | |
| The news is all they' ve ever known | |
| They' ve seen the wars, the hurt, the hunger | |
| How will they choose when they are grown | |
| What do you tell forever' s children | |
| When it' s their turn to hurt and heal | |
| Whatever spins a grim tornado | |
| Can also turn a potter' s wheel | |
| Chorus: | |
| Take a little clay | |
| Put it on a wheel | |
| Get a little hint | |
| How God must feel | |
| Give a little turn | |
| Listen to it spin | |
| Make it into the shape | |
| You want it in | |
| Tell with your life the bloody story | |
| Teach to they' re dreams not burning steel | |
| It' s not in bombs where lies the glory | |
| But in what' s shattered on the field | |
| The potter' s wheel takes love and caring | |
| Skill and patience fast and slow | |
| The works it makes are easily broken | |
| Once they survive the potter' s throw | |
| Chorus | |
| Some day some children will be digging | |
| In some long forgotten ground | |
| And they' ll find our civilization | |
| Or what' s left of it to be found | |
| They' ll find the weapons of destruction | |
| But buried deeper in the hole | |
| They' ll find a message and a promise | |
| In the sand, the potter' s bowl | |
| Chorus | |
| Earth and water and wind conspire | |
| With human hands, and love, and fire |