| Song | In A Funny Way |
| Artist | Mercury Rev |
| Album | The Secret Migration |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Donahue, Mercel, Mercury Rev | |
| On a summer day you can hear her call, | |
| But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall, | |
| On a summer day you can hear her call, | |
| But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall, | |
| Thru the fields an the streams an the lakes an the trees, | |
| An the grass an the logs run all my dogs, | |
| And I am home again | |
| In the autumn air, | |
| You can see her smile, | |
| But in a funny way she reminds you of a child, | |
| In the autumn air, | |
| You feel her soul unfold, | |
| And in a funny way you feel your own explode, | |
| Thru the fields an the streams an the lakes an the trees, | |
| An the grass an the logs run all my dogs, | |
| And I am home again | |
| Ahhhh Ahhhh | |
| Ahhhh Ahhhh | |
| On a winter day, | |
| You can hear her call, | |
| But in a funny way when the snow begins to fall | |
| On a winter day, | |
| You can hear her call, | |
| And in a funny way, | |
| You love her even more | |
| Thru the fields an the streams an the lakes an the trees, | |
| An the grass an the logs run all my dogs, | |
| And I am home again | |
| Thru the fields an the streams an the lakes an the trees, | |
| An the grass an the logs run all my dogs, | |
| And I am home again | |
| On a summer day you can hear her call, | |
| But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall, | |
| On a summer day you can hear her call, | |
| But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall |
| zuo ci : Donahue, Mercel, Mercury Rev | |
| On a summer day you can hear her call, | |
| But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall, | |
| On a summer day you can hear her call, | |
| But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall, | |
| Thru the fields an the streams an the lakes an the trees, | |
| An the grass an the logs run all my dogs, | |
| And I am home again | |
| In the autumn air, | |
| You can see her smile, | |
| But in a funny way she reminds you of a child, | |
| In the autumn air, | |
| You feel her soul unfold, | |
| And in a funny way you feel your own explode, | |
| Thru the fields an the streams an the lakes an the trees, | |
| An the grass an the logs run all my dogs, | |
| And I am home again | |
| Ahhhh Ahhhh | |
| Ahhhh Ahhhh | |
| On a winter day, | |
| You can hear her call, | |
| But in a funny way when the snow begins to fall | |
| On a winter day, | |
| You can hear her call, | |
| And in a funny way, | |
| You love her even more | |
| Thru the fields an the streams an the lakes an the trees, | |
| An the grass an the logs run all my dogs, | |
| And I am home again | |
| Thru the fields an the streams an the lakes an the trees, | |
| An the grass an the logs run all my dogs, | |
| And I am home again | |
| On a summer day you can hear her call, | |
| But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall, | |
| On a summer day you can hear her call, | |
| But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall |
| zuò cí : Donahue, Mercel, Mercury Rev | |
| On a summer day you can hear her call, | |
| But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall, | |
| On a summer day you can hear her call, | |
| But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall, | |
| Thru the fields an the streams an the lakes an the trees, | |
| An the grass an the logs run all my dogs, | |
| And I am home again | |
| In the autumn air, | |
| You can see her smile, | |
| But in a funny way she reminds you of a child, | |
| In the autumn air, | |
| You feel her soul unfold, | |
| And in a funny way you feel your own explode, | |
| Thru the fields an the streams an the lakes an the trees, | |
| An the grass an the logs run all my dogs, | |
| And I am home again | |
| Ahhhh Ahhhh | |
| Ahhhh Ahhhh | |
| On a winter day, | |
| You can hear her call, | |
| But in a funny way when the snow begins to fall | |
| On a winter day, | |
| You can hear her call, | |
| And in a funny way, | |
| You love her even more | |
| Thru the fields an the streams an the lakes an the trees, | |
| An the grass an the logs run all my dogs, | |
| And I am home again | |
| Thru the fields an the streams an the lakes an the trees, | |
| An the grass an the logs run all my dogs, | |
| And I am home again | |
| On a summer day you can hear her call, | |
| But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall, | |
| On a summer day you can hear her call, | |
| But in a funny way she reminds you of the fall |