Song | Leaf And Stream |
Artist | Wishbone Ash |
Album | Argus |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Steve Upton & Ted Turner & Martin Robert Turner & Andy Jay Powell | |
作词 : Powell, Turner, Turner, Upton | |
Find myself beside a stream of empty thought, | |
Like a leaf that's fallen to the ground, | |
And carried by the flow of water to my dreams | |
Woken only by your sound. | |
(repeat) | |
Alone i've walked this path for many years, | |
Listened to the wind that calls my name. | |
The weeping trees of yesterday look so sad, | |
Await your breath of spring again. | |
Far beyond the hills, | |
Where earth and sky will meet again, | |
Are shadows like an opening hand. | |
Control the secrets | |
That i've yet to find, and wonder at | |
The light in which they stand. | |
(repeat) |
zuo qu : Steve Upton Ted Turner Martin Robert Turner Andy Jay Powell | |
zuo ci : Powell, Turner, Turner, Upton | |
Find myself beside a stream of empty thought, | |
Like a leaf that' s fallen to the ground, | |
And carried by the flow of water to my dreams | |
Woken only by your sound. | |
repeat | |
Alone i' ve walked this path for many years, | |
Listened to the wind that calls my name. | |
The weeping trees of yesterday look so sad, | |
Await your breath of spring again. | |
Far beyond the hills, | |
Where earth and sky will meet again, | |
Are shadows like an opening hand. | |
Control the secrets | |
That i' ve yet to find, and wonder at | |
The light in which they stand. | |
repeat |
zuò qǔ : Steve Upton Ted Turner Martin Robert Turner Andy Jay Powell | |
zuò cí : Powell, Turner, Turner, Upton | |
Find myself beside a stream of empty thought, | |
Like a leaf that' s fallen to the ground, | |
And carried by the flow of water to my dreams | |
Woken only by your sound. | |
repeat | |
Alone i' ve walked this path for many years, | |
Listened to the wind that calls my name. | |
The weeping trees of yesterday look so sad, | |
Await your breath of spring again. | |
Far beyond the hills, | |
Where earth and sky will meet again, | |
Are shadows like an opening hand. | |
Control the secrets | |
That i' ve yet to find, and wonder at | |
The light in which they stand. | |
repeat |