Song | When the Wind Was Green |
Artist | Frank Sinatra |
Album | September of My Years |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Stinson | |
When the wind was green at the start of the spring | |
When the wind was green like a living thing | |
It was on my lips and its kiss was fair | |
You were there | |
When the wind was red like a summer wine | |
When the wind was red like your lips on mine | |
It caressed my face and it tossed my hair | |
You were there | |
Then came the fall and all of love came tumbling | |
Stumbling down like leaves that lost to frost and found | |
They were flying, crying | |
In a brown wind dying | |
But the winter's come and we both should know | |
That the wind is white like the swirling snow | |
And we'll never see all the wonderful things to be seen | |
When the wind is green |
zuo ci : Stinson | |
When the wind was green at the start of the spring | |
When the wind was green like a living thing | |
It was on my lips and its kiss was fair | |
You were there | |
When the wind was red like a summer wine | |
When the wind was red like your lips on mine | |
It caressed my face and it tossed my hair | |
You were there | |
Then came the fall and all of love came tumbling | |
Stumbling down like leaves that lost to frost and found | |
They were flying, crying | |
In a brown wind dying | |
But the winter' s come and we both should know | |
That the wind is white like the swirling snow | |
And we' ll never see all the wonderful things to be seen | |
When the wind is green |
zuò cí : Stinson | |
When the wind was green at the start of the spring | |
When the wind was green like a living thing | |
It was on my lips and its kiss was fair | |
You were there | |
When the wind was red like a summer wine | |
When the wind was red like your lips on mine | |
It caressed my face and it tossed my hair | |
You were there | |
Then came the fall and all of love came tumbling | |
Stumbling down like leaves that lost to frost and found | |
They were flying, crying | |
In a brown wind dying | |
But the winter' s come and we both should know | |
That the wind is white like the swirling snow | |
And we' ll never see all the wonderful things to be seen | |
When the wind is green |