Song | Columbine |
Artist | Townes Van Zandt |
Album | Townes Van Zandt |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : VanZandt | |
By townes van zandt | |
Tossin' hair a-ravin' | |
Eyes of flashin' blue | |
All the livin' that you're savin' | |
Won't buy you dreams for you | |
Cut yourself a columbine | |
Tear it from the stem | |
Now breathe upon the petals fine | |
And throw them to the wind | |
Watch the petals dancin' | |
See them twirl and sing | |
All your pride and prancin' | |
How much does it mean? | |
Watch the petals start to fly | |
And then come falling down | |
Hear the wind begin to cry | |
As she sees some touch the ground | |
Ah, lady, like the flower fair | |
Some day you'll have to fall | |
And you can find me standin' there | |
To catch you if you crawl | |
Tossin' hair a-ravin' | |
Eyes of flashin' blue | |
All the livin' that you're savin' | |
Won't buy you dreams for you |
zuo ci : VanZandt | |
By townes van zandt | |
Tossin' hair aravin' | |
Eyes of flashin' blue | |
All the livin' that you' re savin' | |
Won' t buy you dreams for you | |
Cut yourself a columbine | |
Tear it from the stem | |
Now breathe upon the petals fine | |
And throw them to the wind | |
Watch the petals dancin' | |
See them twirl and sing | |
All your pride and prancin' | |
How much does it mean? | |
Watch the petals start to fly | |
And then come falling down | |
Hear the wind begin to cry | |
As she sees some touch the ground | |
Ah, lady, like the flower fair | |
Some day you' ll have to fall | |
And you can find me standin' there | |
To catch you if you crawl | |
Tossin' hair aravin' | |
Eyes of flashin' blue | |
All the livin' that you' re savin' | |
Won' t buy you dreams for you |
zuò cí : VanZandt | |
By townes van zandt | |
Tossin' hair aravin' | |
Eyes of flashin' blue | |
All the livin' that you' re savin' | |
Won' t buy you dreams for you | |
Cut yourself a columbine | |
Tear it from the stem | |
Now breathe upon the petals fine | |
And throw them to the wind | |
Watch the petals dancin' | |
See them twirl and sing | |
All your pride and prancin' | |
How much does it mean? | |
Watch the petals start to fly | |
And then come falling down | |
Hear the wind begin to cry | |
As she sees some touch the ground | |
Ah, lady, like the flower fair | |
Some day you' ll have to fall | |
And you can find me standin' there | |
To catch you if you crawl | |
Tossin' hair aravin' | |
Eyes of flashin' blue | |
All the livin' that you' re savin' | |
Won' t buy you dreams for you |