Song | Stones (Live) |
Artist | Neil Diamond |
Album | The Best Of Neil Diamond |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Stones ——《网络创世纪》主题歌 | |
Music by Iolo FitzOwen | |
Created By Kiten | |
Long ago ran the sun | |
on a folk who had a dream | |
And the heart | |
and the will | |
and the power. | |
They moved earth; | |
they carved stone; | |
moulded hill and channeled stream. | |
That we might stand on the wide | |
plains of Wiltshire. | |
Now men asked who they were, | |
how they built and wonder why | |
That they wrought standing stones | |
of such size. | |
What was done neath our shade? | |
What was prayed neath our skies? | |
As we stood on the wide | |
plains of Wiltshire. | |
Oh, what secrets we could tell | |
if you'd listen and be still. | |
Rid the stink and the noise | |
from our skirts. | |
But you haven't got the clue | |
and perhaps you never will. | |
Mute we stand on the cold | |
plains of Wiltshire. | |
Still we loom in the mists | |
as the ages roll away | |
And we say of our folk, | |
"They are here!" | |
That they built us and they died | |
and you'll not be knowing why | |
Save we stand on the bare | |
plains of Wiltshire. |
Stones wang luo chuang shi ji zhu ti ge | |
Music by Iolo FitzOwen | |
Created By Kiten | |
Long ago ran the sun | |
on a folk who had a dream | |
And the heart | |
and the will | |
and the power. | |
They moved earth | |
they carved stone | |
moulded hill and channeled stream. | |
That we might stand on the wide | |
plains of Wiltshire. | |
Now men asked who they were, | |
how they built and wonder why | |
That they wrought standing stones | |
of such size. | |
What was done neath our shade? | |
What was prayed neath our skies? | |
As we stood on the wide | |
plains of Wiltshire. | |
Oh, what secrets we could tell | |
if you' d listen and be still. | |
Rid the stink and the noise | |
from our skirts. | |
But you haven' t got the clue | |
and perhaps you never will. | |
Mute we stand on the cold | |
plains of Wiltshire. | |
Still we loom in the mists | |
as the ages roll away | |
And we say of our folk, | |
" They are here!" | |
That they built us and they died | |
and you' ll not be knowing why | |
Save we stand on the bare | |
plains of Wiltshire. |
Stones wǎng luò chuàng shì jì zhǔ tí gē | |
Music by Iolo FitzOwen | |
Created By Kiten | |
Long ago ran the sun | |
on a folk who had a dream | |
And the heart | |
and the will | |
and the power. | |
They moved earth | |
they carved stone | |
moulded hill and channeled stream. | |
That we might stand on the wide | |
plains of Wiltshire. | |
Now men asked who they were, | |
how they built and wonder why | |
That they wrought standing stones | |
of such size. | |
What was done neath our shade? | |
What was prayed neath our skies? | |
As we stood on the wide | |
plains of Wiltshire. | |
Oh, what secrets we could tell | |
if you' d listen and be still. | |
Rid the stink and the noise | |
from our skirts. | |
But you haven' t got the clue | |
and perhaps you never will. | |
Mute we stand on the cold | |
plains of Wiltshire. | |
Still we loom in the mists | |
as the ages roll away | |
And we say of our folk, | |
" They are here!" | |
That they built us and they died | |
and you' ll not be knowing why | |
Save we stand on the bare | |
plains of Wiltshire. |