Song | Winter's Song |
Artist | Cowboy Junkies |
Album | Black Eyed Man |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Timmins | |
She says, 'it's cold where you brought me' | |
He says, 'Darling, don't worry | |
you can stay in my arms | |
until the springtime comes | |
We'll let the snow drift around us | |
and wait for the robin and the crocus | |
to tell us that our love has again found the sun' | |
Lone oak stands tall, | |
bare arms scratch the sky, | |
dry leaves cracking beneath our feet | |
Hand in hand we've watched | |
the autumn fires burn - | |
Summer's dreams collapsing, | |
chestnuts in need of gathering, | |
the whole world lies rotting in the street | |
Soon we will walk with collars high | |
like ramparts raised for the siege | |
We'll bow to her beauty, | |
cower from her fury | |
sent as a judgement for a slight | |
long past forgotten | |
Winter's love once again unrequited | |
Winter's love once again unrequited | |
She says, 'Babe are you sleeping?' | |
He says, 'No, wide awake and thinking | |
of a dream I just had about the two of us | |
He takes his hand to her cheek now, | |
his lips to her brow, | |
their whispers pile softly | |
by the foot of the bed |
zuo qu : Timmins | |
She says, ' it' s cold where you brought me' | |
He says, ' Darling, don' t worry | |
you can stay in my arms | |
until the springtime comes | |
We' ll let the snow drift around us | |
and wait for the robin and the crocus | |
to tell us that our love has again found the sun' | |
Lone oak stands tall, | |
bare arms scratch the sky, | |
dry leaves cracking beneath our feet | |
Hand in hand we' ve watched | |
the autumn fires burn | |
Summer' s dreams collapsing, | |
chestnuts in need of gathering, | |
the whole world lies rotting in the street | |
Soon we will walk with collars high | |
like ramparts raised for the siege | |
We' ll bow to her beauty, | |
cower from her fury | |
sent as a judgement for a slight | |
long past forgotten | |
Winter' s love once again unrequited | |
Winter' s love once again unrequited | |
She says, ' Babe are you sleeping?' | |
He says, ' No, wide awake and thinking | |
of a dream I just had about the two of us | |
He takes his hand to her cheek now, | |
his lips to her brow, | |
their whispers pile softly | |
by the foot of the bed |
zuò qǔ : Timmins | |
She says, ' it' s cold where you brought me' | |
He says, ' Darling, don' t worry | |
you can stay in my arms | |
until the springtime comes | |
We' ll let the snow drift around us | |
and wait for the robin and the crocus | |
to tell us that our love has again found the sun' | |
Lone oak stands tall, | |
bare arms scratch the sky, | |
dry leaves cracking beneath our feet | |
Hand in hand we' ve watched | |
the autumn fires burn | |
Summer' s dreams collapsing, | |
chestnuts in need of gathering, | |
the whole world lies rotting in the street | |
Soon we will walk with collars high | |
like ramparts raised for the siege | |
We' ll bow to her beauty, | |
cower from her fury | |
sent as a judgement for a slight | |
long past forgotten | |
Winter' s love once again unrequited | |
Winter' s love once again unrequited | |
She says, ' Babe are you sleeping?' | |
He says, ' No, wide awake and thinking | |
of a dream I just had about the two of us | |
He takes his hand to her cheek now, | |
his lips to her brow, | |
their whispers pile softly | |
by the foot of the bed |