Thompson's Farm Lyrics

	作词 : Elliott Joseph
	作曲 : Elliott Joseph
	Sunday morning, sunlight wakes me,
	Blinding me through my window,
	It calls me from the deepest sleep,
	As I turn my head to the left,

	Still our age, never, seems to show,
	Time and all its ticking, never seems to move to slow,
	Birds knock at our window pane,
	The frost has faded once again,
	I reach my boots, and grab my walking clothes…

	As I hear the porch door, close, behind me,
	I say good morning to the sun, as we make new memories,
	As I turn to go, I turn my collar to the cold,
	As I zip my coat, and say goodbye to the old…

	My footsteps lead me far from home, to the Thompson’s Farm,
	Sunlight falls through the trees, and warms me to my soul,
	As winter turns to spring, leaves like money they will grow,
	And love your hand in mine it will endure…

	As I hear the porch door, close, behind me,
	I say good morning to the sun, as we make new memories,
	As I turn to go, I turn my collar to the cold,
	As I zip my coat, and say goodbye to the old…

	Its a melancholy feeling, that draw me to the sun,
	As scarecrows shake and call out in the wind,
	So I will return Ill come back to that hollow,
	As sure as the sun will rise, Ill be back, tomorrow…

	As I hear the porch door, close, behind me,
	I say good morning to the sun, as we make new memories,
	As I turn to go, I turn my collar to the cold,
	As I zip my coat, and say goodbye to the old

	zuo ci : Elliott Joseph
	zuo qu : Elliott Joseph
	Sunday morning, sunlight wakes me,
	Blinding me through my window,
	It calls me from the deepest sleep,
	As I turn my head to the left,

	Still our age, never, seems to show,
	Time and all its ticking, never seems to move to slow,
	Birds knock at our window pane,
	The frost has faded once again,
	I reach my boots, and grab my walking clothes

	As I hear the porch door, close, behind me,
	I say good morning to the sun, as we make new memories,
	As I turn to go, I turn my collar to the cold,
	As I zip my coat, and say goodbye to the old

	My footsteps lead me far from home, to the Thompson' s Farm,
	Sunlight falls through the trees, and warms me to my soul,
	As winter turns to spring, leaves like money they will grow,
	And love your hand in mine it will endure

	As I hear the porch door, close, behind me,
	I say good morning to the sun, as we make new memories,
	As I turn to go, I turn my collar to the cold,
	As I zip my coat, and say goodbye to the old

	Its a melancholy feeling, that draw me to the sun,
	As scarecrows shake and call out in the wind,
	So I will return Ill come back to that hollow,
	As sure as the sun will rise, Ill be back, tomorrow

	As I hear the porch door, close, behind me,
	I say good morning to the sun, as we make new memories,
	As I turn to go, I turn my collar to the cold,
	As I zip my coat, and say goodbye to the old

	zuò cí : Elliott Joseph
	zuò qǔ : Elliott Joseph
	Sunday morning, sunlight wakes me,
	Blinding me through my window,
	It calls me from the deepest sleep,
	As I turn my head to the left,

	Still our age, never, seems to show,
	Time and all its ticking, never seems to move to slow,
	Birds knock at our window pane,
	The frost has faded once again,
	I reach my boots, and grab my walking clothes

	As I hear the porch door, close, behind me,
	I say good morning to the sun, as we make new memories,
	As I turn to go, I turn my collar to the cold,
	As I zip my coat, and say goodbye to the old

	My footsteps lead me far from home, to the Thompson' s Farm,
	Sunlight falls through the trees, and warms me to my soul,
	As winter turns to spring, leaves like money they will grow,
	And love your hand in mine it will endure

	As I hear the porch door, close, behind me,
	I say good morning to the sun, as we make new memories,
	As I turn to go, I turn my collar to the cold,
	As I zip my coat, and say goodbye to the old

	Its a melancholy feeling, that draw me to the sun,
	As scarecrows shake and call out in the wind,
	So I will return Ill come back to that hollow,
	As sure as the sun will rise, Ill be back, tomorrow

	As I hear the porch door, close, behind me,
	I say good morning to the sun, as we make new memories,
	As I turn to go, I turn my collar to the cold,
	As I zip my coat, and say goodbye to the old

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