Song | Snelsmore Wood |
Artist | New Model Army |
Album | ...& Nobody Else |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Sullivan | |
I woke still half-dreaming I was falling out of the trees | |
and tumbling down into the sky | |
It's cold, so cold sometime before dawn | |
searching for a light and reaching round for my clothes | |
That we believe, so must call, rise | |
The convoys roll into the coming daylight | |
Let it not be said that everything must die | |
without some mark being made of its passing | |
Ch: As if all the world should now hold its breath | |
These are the days that we'll recall | |
when the masks are off the faces | |
and there's something to fight for | |
All the lines drawn down in the Soul | |
You can let your anger burn crazy | |
There's talking-drums echoed down towards the Kennet Canal | |
and wood-smoke sweet on the air | |
And the Yellow Jackets stand with the Thick Blue Line | |
backs to the woods in the fresh thin carpet of snow | |
Snelsmore Wood, The Chase, Enbourne Road | |
Reddings Copse, Tothill down through Andover Grove | |
Let it not be said that everything must die | |
without some mark being made of its passing | |
Ch: As if all the world should now hold its breath . . . |
zuo ci : Sullivan | |
I woke still halfdreaming I was falling out of the trees | |
and tumbling down into the sky | |
It' s cold, so cold sometime before dawn | |
searching for a light and reaching round for my clothes | |
That we believe, so must call, rise | |
The convoys roll into the coming daylight | |
Let it not be said that everything must die | |
without some mark being made of its passing | |
Ch: As if all the world should now hold its breath | |
These are the days that we' ll recall | |
when the masks are off the faces | |
and there' s something to fight for | |
All the lines drawn down in the Soul | |
You can let your anger burn crazy | |
There' s talkingdrums echoed down towards the Kennet Canal | |
and woodsmoke sweet on the air | |
And the Yellow Jackets stand with the Thick Blue Line | |
backs to the woods in the fresh thin carpet of snow | |
Snelsmore Wood, The Chase, Enbourne Road | |
Reddings Copse, Tothill down through Andover Grove | |
Let it not be said that everything must die | |
without some mark being made of its passing | |
Ch: As if all the world should now hold its breath . . . |
zuò cí : Sullivan | |
I woke still halfdreaming I was falling out of the trees | |
and tumbling down into the sky | |
It' s cold, so cold sometime before dawn | |
searching for a light and reaching round for my clothes | |
That we believe, so must call, rise | |
The convoys roll into the coming daylight | |
Let it not be said that everything must die | |
without some mark being made of its passing | |
Ch: As if all the world should now hold its breath | |
These are the days that we' ll recall | |
when the masks are off the faces | |
and there' s something to fight for | |
All the lines drawn down in the Soul | |
You can let your anger burn crazy | |
There' s talkingdrums echoed down towards the Kennet Canal | |
and woodsmoke sweet on the air | |
And the Yellow Jackets stand with the Thick Blue Line | |
backs to the woods in the fresh thin carpet of snow | |
Snelsmore Wood, The Chase, Enbourne Road | |
Reddings Copse, Tothill down through Andover Grove | |
Let it not be said that everything must die | |
without some mark being made of its passing | |
Ch: As if all the world should now hold its breath . . . |