Song | None But The Rain |
Artist | Townes Van Zandt |
Album | Townes Van Zandt |
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作词 : VanZandt | |
By townes van zandt | |
We had our day but now it's over | |
We had our song but now it's sung | |
We had our stroll through summers clover | |
But summer's gone now, our walkin's done | |
So tell me gently who be your lover | |
Who be your lover after i'm gone | |
Will it be the moon that hears your sighin' | |
Will it be the willow that hears your lonesome song | |
Will it be the rain that clings to your bosom | |
Will it be the sunshine that dries your golden hair | |
Will it be the wind that warns of my returning | |
Will a rose be in your arms when i find you waitin' there | |
None but the rain should cling to my bosom | |
None but the moon should hear my lonesome sigh | |
None but the wind should warn of your returning | |
Fare thee well, my love, good-bye |
zuo ci : VanZandt | |
By townes van zandt | |
We had our day but now it' s over | |
We had our song but now it' s sung | |
We had our stroll through summers clover | |
But summer' s gone now, our walkin' s done | |
So tell me gently who be your lover | |
Who be your lover after i' m gone | |
Will it be the moon that hears your sighin' | |
Will it be the willow that hears your lonesome song | |
Will it be the rain that clings to your bosom | |
Will it be the sunshine that dries your golden hair | |
Will it be the wind that warns of my returning | |
Will a rose be in your arms when i find you waitin' there | |
None but the rain should cling to my bosom | |
None but the moon should hear my lonesome sigh | |
None but the wind should warn of your returning | |
Fare thee well, my love, goodbye |
zuò cí : VanZandt | |
By townes van zandt | |
We had our day but now it' s over | |
We had our song but now it' s sung | |
We had our stroll through summers clover | |
But summer' s gone now, our walkin' s done | |
So tell me gently who be your lover | |
Who be your lover after i' m gone | |
Will it be the moon that hears your sighin' | |
Will it be the willow that hears your lonesome song | |
Will it be the rain that clings to your bosom | |
Will it be the sunshine that dries your golden hair | |
Will it be the wind that warns of my returning | |
Will a rose be in your arms when i find you waitin' there | |
None but the rain should cling to my bosom | |
None but the moon should hear my lonesome sigh | |
None but the wind should warn of your returning | |
Fare thee well, my love, goodbye |