Green And Grey Lyrics

Song	Green And Grey
Artist	New Model Army
Album	History - The Best Of New Model Army
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	作词 : Heaton, Sullivan
	The time I think most clearly
	The time I drift away
	Is on the bus ride
	That meanders
	Up these valleys of green and grey
	I get to think about what might have been
	And what may yet come true
	And I get to pass the rainy mile
	Thinking of you
	And all the while, all the while
	I still hear that call
	To the land of gold and poison
	That beckons to us all
	Nothing changes here very much
	You used to say it never will
	The pubs are all full on Friday nights
	And things get started still
	We spent hours last week with Billy-Boy
	Bleeding, yeah, queuing in casualty
	Staring at those posters we used to laugh at
	Never-never land, palm trees by the sea
	Well, there was no need for those guys to hurt him so bad
	When all they had to do was knock him down
	But no one asks too many questions like that anymore
	Since you left this town
	And tomorrow brings another train
	Another young brave steals away
	But you're the one I remembe
	From these valleys of the green and the grey
	You used to talk about winners and losers all the time
	As if that was all there was
	As if we were not of the same blood family
	As if we lived by different laws
	Do you owe so much less to these rain swept hills
	Than you owe to your good self?
	Is it true that the world has always got to be something
	That seems to happen somewhere else?
	For God's sake
	Don't you realize
	That I still hear that call?
	Do you think you're so brave
	Just to go running
	To that which beckons to us all?
	And tomorrow brings another train
	Another young brave steals away
	But you're the one I remember
	From these valleys of the green and the grey
	No, not for one second
	Did you look behind you
	As you were walking away
	Never once did you wish any of us well
	Those who had chosen to stay
	And if that's what it takes to make it
	In the place where you live today
	Then I guess you'll never read one of these letters that I sent
	From these valleys of the green and the grey

	zuo ci : Heaton, Sullivan
	The time I think most clearly
	The time I drift away
	Is on the bus ride
	That meanders
	Up these valleys of green and grey
	I get to think about what might have been
	And what may yet come true
	And I get to pass the rainy mile
	Thinking of you
	And all the while, all the while
	I still hear that call
	To the land of gold and poison
	That beckons to us all
	Nothing changes here very much
	You used to say it never will
	The pubs are all full on Friday nights
	And things get started still
	We spent hours last week with BillyBoy
	Bleeding, yeah, queuing in casualty
	Staring at those posters we used to laugh at
	Nevernever land, palm trees by the sea
	Well, there was no need for those guys to hurt him so bad
	When all they had to do was knock him down
	But no one asks too many questions like that anymore
	Since you left this town
	And tomorrow brings another train
	Another young brave steals away
	But you' re the one I remembe
	From these valleys of the green and the grey
	You used to talk about winners and losers all the time
	As if that was all there was
	As if we were not of the same blood family
	As if we lived by different laws
	Do you owe so much less to these rain swept hills
	Than you owe to your good self?
	Is it true that the world has always got to be something
	That seems to happen somewhere else?
	For God' s sake
	Don' t you realize
	That I still hear that call?
	Do you think you' re so brave
	Just to go running
	To that which beckons to us all?
	And tomorrow brings another train
	Another young brave steals away
	But you' re the one I remember
	From these valleys of the green and the grey
	No, not for one second
	Did you look behind you
	As you were walking away
	Never once did you wish any of us well
	Those who had chosen to stay
	And if that' s what it takes to make it
	In the place where you live today
	Then I guess you' ll never read one of these letters that I sent
	From these valleys of the green and the grey

	zuò cí : Heaton, Sullivan
	The time I think most clearly
	The time I drift away
	Is on the bus ride
	That meanders
	Up these valleys of green and grey
	I get to think about what might have been
	And what may yet come true
	And I get to pass the rainy mile
	Thinking of you
	And all the while, all the while
	I still hear that call
	To the land of gold and poison
	That beckons to us all
	Nothing changes here very much
	You used to say it never will
	The pubs are all full on Friday nights
	And things get started still
	We spent hours last week with BillyBoy
	Bleeding, yeah, queuing in casualty
	Staring at those posters we used to laugh at
	Nevernever land, palm trees by the sea
	Well, there was no need for those guys to hurt him so bad
	When all they had to do was knock him down
	But no one asks too many questions like that anymore
	Since you left this town
	And tomorrow brings another train
	Another young brave steals away
	But you' re the one I remembe
	From these valleys of the green and the grey
	You used to talk about winners and losers all the time
	As if that was all there was
	As if we were not of the same blood family
	As if we lived by different laws
	Do you owe so much less to these rain swept hills
	Than you owe to your good self?
	Is it true that the world has always got to be something
	That seems to happen somewhere else?
	For God' s sake
	Don' t you realize
	That I still hear that call?
	Do you think you' re so brave
	Just to go running
	To that which beckons to us all?
	And tomorrow brings another train
	Another young brave steals away
	But you' re the one I remember
	From these valleys of the green and the grey
	No, not for one second
	Did you look behind you
	As you were walking away
	Never once did you wish any of us well
	Those who had chosen to stay
	And if that' s what it takes to make it
	In the place where you live today
	Then I guess you' ll never read one of these letters that I sent
	From these valleys of the green and the grey

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