Song | Fisherman's Blues |
Artist | The Waterboys |
Album | The Best Of The Waterboys |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Scott, Wickham | |
I wish I was a fisherman | |
Tumblin' on the seas | |
Far away from dry land | |
And its bitter memories | |
Casting out my sweet line | |
With abandonment and love | |
No ceiling bearin' down on me | |
Save the starry sky above | |
With light in my head | |
You in my arms | |
Woo! | |
I wish I was the brakeman | |
On a hurtlin' fevered train | |
Crashing a-headlong into the heartland | |
Like a cannon in the rain | |
With the beating of the sleepers | |
And the burnin' of the coal | |
Counting the towns flashing by | |
In a night that's full of soul | |
With light in my head | |
You in my arms | |
Woo! | |
Tomorrow I will be loosened | |
From bonds that hold me fast | |
That the chains all hung around me | |
Will fall away at last | |
And on that fine and fateful day | |
I will take thee in my hands | |
I will ride on the train | |
I will be the fisherman | |
With light in my head | |
You in my arms | |
Light in my head | |
You in my arms |
zuo ci : Scott, Wickham | |
I wish I was a fisherman | |
Tumblin' on the seas | |
Far away from dry land | |
And its bitter memories | |
Casting out my sweet line | |
With abandonment and love | |
No ceiling bearin' down on me | |
Save the starry sky above | |
With light in my head | |
You in my arms | |
Woo! | |
I wish I was the brakeman | |
On a hurtlin' fevered train | |
Crashing aheadlong into the heartland | |
Like a cannon in the rain | |
With the beating of the sleepers | |
And the burnin' of the coal | |
Counting the towns flashing by | |
In a night that' s full of soul | |
With light in my head | |
You in my arms | |
Woo! | |
Tomorrow I will be loosened | |
From bonds that hold me fast | |
That the chains all hung around me | |
Will fall away at last | |
And on that fine and fateful day | |
I will take thee in my hands | |
I will ride on the train | |
I will be the fisherman | |
With light in my head | |
You in my arms | |
Light in my head | |
You in my arms |
zuò cí : Scott, Wickham | |
I wish I was a fisherman | |
Tumblin' on the seas | |
Far away from dry land | |
And its bitter memories | |
Casting out my sweet line | |
With abandonment and love | |
No ceiling bearin' down on me | |
Save the starry sky above | |
With light in my head | |
You in my arms | |
Woo! | |
I wish I was the brakeman | |
On a hurtlin' fevered train | |
Crashing aheadlong into the heartland | |
Like a cannon in the rain | |
With the beating of the sleepers | |
And the burnin' of the coal | |
Counting the towns flashing by | |
In a night that' s full of soul | |
With light in my head | |
You in my arms | |
Woo! | |
Tomorrow I will be loosened | |
From bonds that hold me fast | |
That the chains all hung around me | |
Will fall away at last | |
And on that fine and fateful day | |
I will take thee in my hands | |
I will ride on the train | |
I will be the fisherman | |
With light in my head | |
You in my arms | |
Light in my head | |
You in my arms |