| Song | As I Waved Goodbye |
| Artist | Luka Bloom |
| Album | Between the Mountain and the Moon |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bloom | |
| There's an ancient place, it's a city of grace | |
| Where I lived as in a dream | |
| Where the elders prayed and the children played | |
| By the mountainside and stream | |
| As I waved goodbye from the riverside | |
| It was too much to take in | |
| I could see the place, and imagine the face | |
| Of the young Tibetan God-King | |
| It's a bad old wind, should no good begin | |
| From a hurt that has been done | |
| When the line was crossed and the land was lost | |
| Oh, the holy exiled ones | |
| As I waved goodbye from the riverside | |
| It was too much to take in | |
| I could see the place, and imagine the face | |
| Of the young Tibetan God-King | |
| I can hear the cry of the geese that fly | |
| Between the mountain and the moon | |
| And the flags that blow in Himalayan snow | |
| Are carried like a haunting tune | |
| As I waved goodbye from the riverside | |
| It was too much to take in | |
| I could see the place, and imagine the face | |
| Of the young Tibetan God-King |
| zuo ci : Bloom | |
| There' s an ancient place, it' s a city of grace | |
| Where I lived as in a dream | |
| Where the elders prayed and the children played | |
| By the mountainside and stream | |
| As I waved goodbye from the riverside | |
| It was too much to take in | |
| I could see the place, and imagine the face | |
| Of the young Tibetan GodKing | |
| It' s a bad old wind, should no good begin | |
| From a hurt that has been done | |
| When the line was crossed and the land was lost | |
| Oh, the holy exiled ones | |
| As I waved goodbye from the riverside | |
| It was too much to take in | |
| I could see the place, and imagine the face | |
| Of the young Tibetan GodKing | |
| I can hear the cry of the geese that fly | |
| Between the mountain and the moon | |
| And the flags that blow in Himalayan snow | |
| Are carried like a haunting tune | |
| As I waved goodbye from the riverside | |
| It was too much to take in | |
| I could see the place, and imagine the face | |
| Of the young Tibetan GodKing |
| zuò cí : Bloom | |
| There' s an ancient place, it' s a city of grace | |
| Where I lived as in a dream | |
| Where the elders prayed and the children played | |
| By the mountainside and stream | |
| As I waved goodbye from the riverside | |
| It was too much to take in | |
| I could see the place, and imagine the face | |
| Of the young Tibetan GodKing | |
| It' s a bad old wind, should no good begin | |
| From a hurt that has been done | |
| When the line was crossed and the land was lost | |
| Oh, the holy exiled ones | |
| As I waved goodbye from the riverside | |
| It was too much to take in | |
| I could see the place, and imagine the face | |
| Of the young Tibetan GodKing | |
| I can hear the cry of the geese that fly | |
| Between the mountain and the moon | |
| And the flags that blow in Himalayan snow | |
| Are carried like a haunting tune | |
| As I waved goodbye from the riverside | |
| It was too much to take in | |
| I could see the place, and imagine the face | |
| Of the young Tibetan GodKing |