Song | The Eyes Of Fate |
Artist | The Incredible String Band |
Album | The 5000 Spirits Or The Layers Of The Onion |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Williamson | |
Oh, who can see in the eyes of fate? | |
All life alone in its chronic patterns. | |
Oh, swan, let me fly you | |
To the land of no winds blowing. | |
I know nothing, and know that I know nothing; | |
All is in the eye, and in its blinks of seeing. | |
So just like the morning | |
The ghost of the following day. | |
Listen: Ory, cry, cry..... | |
Rear the rollers wild and stormy | |
Echoes wholly only lonely long beforey, ory ory. | |
All rivalry and opinion still cast their wild spells. | |
Effort and contrariness change the directions of time. | |
The lion still growls in your hollowness. | |
Please let's be easy, please let's be friends. | |
Watching and learning like small children. | |
Till out of the morning is growing the strength of the day. | |
Listen: Ory, cry, cry..... | |
Rear the rollers wild and stormy | |
Echoes wholly only lonely long beforey, ory, ory. | |
Servant of fame or fame for a servant, | |
You see what you see, you see seldom what is. | |
Servant of fate or fate for a servant, | |
You see what you see, you see seldom what is. | |
Servant of fate, ohhhhhh. |
zuo ci : Williamson | |
Oh, who can see in the eyes of fate? | |
All life alone in its chronic patterns. | |
Oh, swan, let me fly you | |
To the land of no winds blowing. | |
I know nothing, and know that I know nothing | |
All is in the eye, and in its blinks of seeing. | |
So just like the morning | |
The ghost of the following day. | |
Listen: Ory, cry, cry..... | |
Rear the rollers wild and stormy | |
Echoes wholly only lonely long beforey, ory ory. | |
All rivalry and opinion still cast their wild spells. | |
Effort and contrariness change the directions of time. | |
The lion still growls in your hollowness. | |
Please let' s be easy, please let' s be friends. | |
Watching and learning like small children. | |
Till out of the morning is growing the strength of the day. | |
Listen: Ory, cry, cry..... | |
Rear the rollers wild and stormy | |
Echoes wholly only lonely long beforey, ory, ory. | |
Servant of fame or fame for a servant, | |
You see what you see, you see seldom what is. | |
Servant of fate or fate for a servant, | |
You see what you see, you see seldom what is. | |
Servant of fate, ohhhhhh. |
zuò cí : Williamson | |
Oh, who can see in the eyes of fate? | |
All life alone in its chronic patterns. | |
Oh, swan, let me fly you | |
To the land of no winds blowing. | |
I know nothing, and know that I know nothing | |
All is in the eye, and in its blinks of seeing. | |
So just like the morning | |
The ghost of the following day. | |
Listen: Ory, cry, cry..... | |
Rear the rollers wild and stormy | |
Echoes wholly only lonely long beforey, ory ory. | |
All rivalry and opinion still cast their wild spells. | |
Effort and contrariness change the directions of time. | |
The lion still growls in your hollowness. | |
Please let' s be easy, please let' s be friends. | |
Watching and learning like small children. | |
Till out of the morning is growing the strength of the day. | |
Listen: Ory, cry, cry..... | |
Rear the rollers wild and stormy | |
Echoes wholly only lonely long beforey, ory, ory. | |
Servant of fame or fame for a servant, | |
You see what you see, you see seldom what is. | |
Servant of fate or fate for a servant, | |
You see what you see, you see seldom what is. | |
Servant of fate, ohhhhhh. |