Song | Dun Ringill |
Artist | Jethro Tull |
Album | The Anniversary Collection |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Anderson | |
Clear light on a slick palm | |
As I misdeal the day | |
Slip the night from a shaved pack | |
Make a marked card play | |
Call twilight hours down | |
From a heaven home | |
High above the highest bidder | |
For the good | |
Lord's throne | |
In the wee hours | |
I'll meet you | |
Down by Dun | |
RingillOh, and we'll watch the old | |
Gods playBy | |
Dun Ringill | |
By Dun Ringill | |
We'll wait in stone circles | |
Till the force comes through | |
Lines joint in faint discord | |
And the storm watch brews | |
A concert of kings | |
As the white sea snaps | |
At the heels of a soft prayer | |
WhisperedIn the wee hours | |
I'll meet you | |
Down by Dun | |
RingillOh, and | |
I'll take you quickly | |
By Dun Ringill | |
Oh, by Dun | |
RingillBy | |
Dun Ringill |
zuo ci : Anderson | |
Clear light on a slick palm | |
As I misdeal the day | |
Slip the night from a shaved pack | |
Make a marked card play | |
Call twilight hours down | |
From a heaven home | |
High above the highest bidder | |
For the good | |
Lord' s throne | |
In the wee hours | |
I' ll meet you | |
Down by Dun | |
RingillOh, and we' ll watch the old | |
Gods playBy | |
Dun Ringill | |
By Dun Ringill | |
We' ll wait in stone circles | |
Till the force comes through | |
Lines joint in faint discord | |
And the storm watch brews | |
A concert of kings | |
As the white sea snaps | |
At the heels of a soft prayer | |
WhisperedIn the wee hours | |
I' ll meet you | |
Down by Dun | |
RingillOh, and | |
I' ll take you quickly | |
By Dun Ringill | |
Oh, by Dun | |
RingillBy | |
Dun Ringill |
zuò cí : Anderson | |
Clear light on a slick palm | |
As I misdeal the day | |
Slip the night from a shaved pack | |
Make a marked card play | |
Call twilight hours down | |
From a heaven home | |
High above the highest bidder | |
For the good | |
Lord' s throne | |
In the wee hours | |
I' ll meet you | |
Down by Dun | |
RingillOh, and we' ll watch the old | |
Gods playBy | |
Dun Ringill | |
By Dun Ringill | |
We' ll wait in stone circles | |
Till the force comes through | |
Lines joint in faint discord | |
And the storm watch brews | |
A concert of kings | |
As the white sea snaps | |
At the heels of a soft prayer | |
WhisperedIn the wee hours | |
I' ll meet you | |
Down by Dun | |
RingillOh, and | |
I' ll take you quickly | |
By Dun Ringill | |
Oh, by Dun | |
RingillBy | |
Dun Ringill |