| Song | Swing Low |
| Artist | Tim Baker |
| Album | The Sidedoor Sessions |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Tim Baker | |
| 作曲 : Tim Baker | |
| lean on the reins of your chariot | |
| come into the place where we're needing it | |
| and don't go slow | |
| take this weight, lift the yoke away | |
| knit up my skin, make the bruises fade | |
| then let me rest, my trials met | |
| close your eyes and the fantasy is arriving | |
| close your eyes and the fantasy is arriving | |
| you know the fields they walked are poisoned or gone | |
| and the dream they sold us we never saw | |
| no woodfence white, no blooming bride | |
| no stars through the harsh lights | |
| but close your eyes and the fantasy is arriving | |
| close your eyes and the fantasy is arriving | |
| never mind them, the fantasy is surviving | |
| close your eyes and the fantasy is arriving |
| zuo ci : Tim Baker | |
| zuo qu : Tim Baker | |
| lean on the reins of your chariot | |
| come into the place where we' re needing it | |
| and don' t go slow | |
| take this weight, lift the yoke away | |
| knit up my skin, make the bruises fade | |
| then let me rest, my trials met | |
| close your eyes and the fantasy is arriving | |
| close your eyes and the fantasy is arriving | |
| you know the fields they walked are poisoned or gone | |
| and the dream they sold us we never saw | |
| no woodfence white, no blooming bride | |
| no stars through the harsh lights | |
| but close your eyes and the fantasy is arriving | |
| close your eyes and the fantasy is arriving | |
| never mind them, the fantasy is surviving | |
| close your eyes and the fantasy is arriving |
| zuò cí : Tim Baker | |
| zuò qǔ : Tim Baker | |
| lean on the reins of your chariot | |
| come into the place where we' re needing it | |
| and don' t go slow | |
| take this weight, lift the yoke away | |
| knit up my skin, make the bruises fade | |
| then let me rest, my trials met | |
| close your eyes and the fantasy is arriving | |
| close your eyes and the fantasy is arriving | |
| you know the fields they walked are poisoned or gone | |
| and the dream they sold us we never saw | |
| no woodfence white, no blooming bride | |
| no stars through the harsh lights | |
| but close your eyes and the fantasy is arriving | |
| close your eyes and the fantasy is arriving | |
| never mind them, the fantasy is surviving | |
| close your eyes and the fantasy is arriving |