| Song | Rough Wind In Oklahoma |
| Artist | Michael Hedges |
| Album | Torched |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Hedges | |
| My mother nature and my father time | |
| See their son run across that line | |
| It's his fortieth final try | |
| Charging forward now in heat | |
| Then the awkward retreat | |
| To his lonely stockade | |
| To his imaginary maid | |
| She's sweeping down the plain | |
| She's under his reign | |
| Like a rough wind howling through Oklahoma | |
| It's a cold wind down in Oklahoma | |
| He's been hurt once - and he's hurt one twice | |
| And all the pain is still labeled "inside" | |
| He's sorting it out inside | |
| But now his voice no longer speaks | |
| When the truth begins to leak | |
| To the heavily love-laden mercenary maiden | |
| But deep within their spark | |
| His hidden orders bark | |
| Like a rough wind howling through Oklahoma | |
| It's a cold wind down in Oklahoma | |
| My mother nature and my father time | |
| See their son run across that line | |
| It's his fortieth final try | |
| It's his final try | |
| Like a rough wind howling through Oklahoma | |
| It's a cold wind down in Oklahoma |
| zuo qu : Hedges | |
| My mother nature and my father time | |
| See their son run across that line | |
| It' s his fortieth final try | |
| Charging forward now in heat | |
| Then the awkward retreat | |
| To his lonely stockade | |
| To his imaginary maid | |
| She' s sweeping down the plain | |
| She' s under his reign | |
| Like a rough wind howling through Oklahoma | |
| It' s a cold wind down in Oklahoma | |
| He' s been hurt once and he' s hurt one twice | |
| And all the pain is still labeled " inside" | |
| He' s sorting it out inside | |
| But now his voice no longer speaks | |
| When the truth begins to leak | |
| To the heavily loveladen mercenary maiden | |
| But deep within their spark | |
| His hidden orders bark | |
| Like a rough wind howling through Oklahoma | |
| It' s a cold wind down in Oklahoma | |
| My mother nature and my father time | |
| See their son run across that line | |
| It' s his fortieth final try | |
| It' s his final try | |
| Like a rough wind howling through Oklahoma | |
| It' s a cold wind down in Oklahoma |
| zuò qǔ : Hedges | |
| My mother nature and my father time | |
| See their son run across that line | |
| It' s his fortieth final try | |
| Charging forward now in heat | |
| Then the awkward retreat | |
| To his lonely stockade | |
| To his imaginary maid | |
| She' s sweeping down the plain | |
| She' s under his reign | |
| Like a rough wind howling through Oklahoma | |
| It' s a cold wind down in Oklahoma | |
| He' s been hurt once and he' s hurt one twice | |
| And all the pain is still labeled " inside" | |
| He' s sorting it out inside | |
| But now his voice no longer speaks | |
| When the truth begins to leak | |
| To the heavily loveladen mercenary maiden | |
| But deep within their spark | |
| His hidden orders bark | |
| Like a rough wind howling through Oklahoma | |
| It' s a cold wind down in Oklahoma | |
| My mother nature and my father time | |
| See their son run across that line | |
| It' s his fortieth final try | |
| It' s his final try | |
| Like a rough wind howling through Oklahoma | |
| It' s a cold wind down in Oklahoma |