Song | The Circle Is Unbroken |
Artist | The Incredible String Band |
Album | The Big Huge |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Williamson | |
Seasons they change while cold blood is raining | |
I have been waiting beyond the years | |
Now over the skyline I see you're travelling | |
Brothers from all time gathering here | |
Come let us build the ship of the future | |
In an ancient pattern that journeys far | |
Come let us set sail for the always island | |
Through seas of leaving to the summer stars | |
Seasons they change but with gaze unchanging | |
O deep eyed sisters is it you I see? | |
Seeds of beauty ye bear within you | |
Of unborn children glad and free | |
Within your fingers the fates are spinning | |
The sacred binding of the yellow grain | |
Scattered we were when the long night was breaking | |
But in the bright morning converse again. |
zuo ci : Williamson | |
Seasons they change while cold blood is raining | |
I have been waiting beyond the years | |
Now over the skyline I see you' re travelling | |
Brothers from all time gathering here | |
Come let us build the ship of the future | |
In an ancient pattern that journeys far | |
Come let us set sail for the always island | |
Through seas of leaving to the summer stars | |
Seasons they change but with gaze unchanging | |
O deep eyed sisters is it you I see? | |
Seeds of beauty ye bear within you | |
Of unborn children glad and free | |
Within your fingers the fates are spinning | |
The sacred binding of the yellow grain | |
Scattered we were when the long night was breaking | |
But in the bright morning converse again. |
zuò cí : Williamson | |
Seasons they change while cold blood is raining | |
I have been waiting beyond the years | |
Now over the skyline I see you' re travelling | |
Brothers from all time gathering here | |
Come let us build the ship of the future | |
In an ancient pattern that journeys far | |
Come let us set sail for the always island | |
Through seas of leaving to the summer stars | |
Seasons they change but with gaze unchanging | |
O deep eyed sisters is it you I see? | |
Seeds of beauty ye bear within you | |
Of unborn children glad and free | |
Within your fingers the fates are spinning | |
The sacred binding of the yellow grain | |
Scattered we were when the long night was breaking | |
But in the bright morning converse again. |