Snelsmore Wood Lyrics

	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 . . .

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