| Song | Spanish Hands |
| Artist | Kelly Joe Phelps |
| Album | Tunesmith Retrofit |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Phelps | |
| She's a gentle bell, she's a cat eye | |
| A gold breath on a wire | |
| A sing soft sail in the other room | |
| A red hot cleansing fire | |
| My cold feet warm in a straight line | |
| Dancing Spanish hands | |
| My heart retires far early | |
| Away these foreign lands | |
| Away these foreign lands | |
| She's a yellow girl, she's a sun flower | |
| A thin wind well mind lead | |
| A glass like sea for miles and miles | |
| A book to love to read | |
| Long haul rolling on the shadow side | |
| Regardless where I stand | |
| My heart retires far early | |
| Away these foreign lands | |
| Away these foreign lands | |
| Mark these days that constant fade | |
| That wilt among the wars | |
| The big ones we all suffer from | |
| The small ones, mine of yours | |
| I'll throw no coin on grand design | |
| I cannot understand | |
| My heart retires far early | |
| Away these foreign lands | |
| Away these foreign lands | |
| Let kind words surround her mind | |
| Gift her sorrow flight | |
| Give the new eyed sleep of babes | |
| Then let her softly rise | |
| To see the morning brush the blinds | |
| Behind no greater plan | |
| My heart retires far early | |
| Away these foreign lands | |
| Away these foreign lands | |
| Away these foreign lands |
| zuo ci : Phelps | |
| She' s a gentle bell, she' s a cat eye | |
| A gold breath on a wire | |
| A sing soft sail in the other room | |
| A red hot cleansing fire | |
| My cold feet warm in a straight line | |
| Dancing Spanish hands | |
| My heart retires far early | |
| Away these foreign lands | |
| Away these foreign lands | |
| She' s a yellow girl, she' s a sun flower | |
| A thin wind well mind lead | |
| A glass like sea for miles and miles | |
| A book to love to read | |
| Long haul rolling on the shadow side | |
| Regardless where I stand | |
| My heart retires far early | |
| Away these foreign lands | |
| Away these foreign lands | |
| Mark these days that constant fade | |
| That wilt among the wars | |
| The big ones we all suffer from | |
| The small ones, mine of yours | |
| I' ll throw no coin on grand design | |
| I cannot understand | |
| My heart retires far early | |
| Away these foreign lands | |
| Away these foreign lands | |
| Let kind words surround her mind | |
| Gift her sorrow flight | |
| Give the new eyed sleep of babes | |
| Then let her softly rise | |
| To see the morning brush the blinds | |
| Behind no greater plan | |
| My heart retires far early | |
| Away these foreign lands | |
| Away these foreign lands | |
| Away these foreign lands |
| zuò cí : Phelps | |
| She' s a gentle bell, she' s a cat eye | |
| A gold breath on a wire | |
| A sing soft sail in the other room | |
| A red hot cleansing fire | |
| My cold feet warm in a straight line | |
| Dancing Spanish hands | |
| My heart retires far early | |
| Away these foreign lands | |
| Away these foreign lands | |
| She' s a yellow girl, she' s a sun flower | |
| A thin wind well mind lead | |
| A glass like sea for miles and miles | |
| A book to love to read | |
| Long haul rolling on the shadow side | |
| Regardless where I stand | |
| My heart retires far early | |
| Away these foreign lands | |
| Away these foreign lands | |
| Mark these days that constant fade | |
| That wilt among the wars | |
| The big ones we all suffer from | |
| The small ones, mine of yours | |
| I' ll throw no coin on grand design | |
| I cannot understand | |
| My heart retires far early | |
| Away these foreign lands | |
| Away these foreign lands | |
| Let kind words surround her mind | |
| Gift her sorrow flight | |
| Give the new eyed sleep of babes | |
| Then let her softly rise | |
| To see the morning brush the blinds | |
| Behind no greater plan | |
| My heart retires far early | |
| Away these foreign lands | |
| Away these foreign lands | |
| Away these foreign lands |