Song | Log Cabin Home In The Sky |
Artist | The Incredible String Band |
Album | Wee Tam |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Heron | |
All around this wide country the winter it has now begun | |
Now is the time to slip away from the California sun | |
To a place where a man can be free as the wind | |
As wild as the huskies' cry | |
Now winter is nigh let us fly to my log cabin in the sky | |
With snow piling all round the door | |
And many a log on the stove | |
Where the chickadee's singing a comforting song | |
I'll show you it's you that I love | |
O let the wolves howl, they won't find us here | |
By a soft oil lamp we will lie | |
Now there comes a time to every man | |
When he must turn his back on the crowd | |
When the glare of the lights gets much too bright | |
And the music plays too loud | |
When a man must run from the deeds he has done | |
Recalling those days with a sigh. |
zuo ci : Heron | |
All around this wide country the winter it has now begun | |
Now is the time to slip away from the California sun | |
To a place where a man can be free as the wind | |
As wild as the huskies' cry | |
Now winter is nigh let us fly to my log cabin in the sky | |
With snow piling all round the door | |
And many a log on the stove | |
Where the chickadee' s singing a comforting song | |
I' ll show you it' s you that I love | |
O let the wolves howl, they won' t find us here | |
By a soft oil lamp we will lie | |
Now there comes a time to every man | |
When he must turn his back on the crowd | |
When the glare of the lights gets much too bright | |
And the music plays too loud | |
When a man must run from the deeds he has done | |
Recalling those days with a sigh. |
zuò cí : Heron | |
All around this wide country the winter it has now begun | |
Now is the time to slip away from the California sun | |
To a place where a man can be free as the wind | |
As wild as the huskies' cry | |
Now winter is nigh let us fly to my log cabin in the sky | |
With snow piling all round the door | |
And many a log on the stove | |
Where the chickadee' s singing a comforting song | |
I' ll show you it' s you that I love | |
O let the wolves howl, they won' t find us here | |
By a soft oil lamp we will lie | |
Now there comes a time to every man | |
When he must turn his back on the crowd | |
When the glare of the lights gets much too bright | |
And the music plays too loud | |
When a man must run from the deeds he has done | |
Recalling those days with a sigh. |