| Song | Man, Friendship |
| Artist | Kitty Macfarlane |
| Album | Namer of Clouds |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Kitty Macfarlane |
| [00:01.00] | 作曲 : Kitty Macfarlane |
| [00:24.36] | Well met is this wind that blows kisses in my face |
| [00:30.63] | The cold and the storm can't make me forget that taste |
| [00:36.36] | And well met is the rain that stamps lines upon this land |
| [00:42.39] | There's not much that's sweet and simple about this place |
| [01:03.00] | We're told the seas are rising |
| [01:07.65] | But this stretch of land I will defend |
| [01:13.17] | The wetlands are flooding, fading is the lapwing |
| [01:17.04] | But these small creatures I'll curl my body 'round |
| [01:25.02] | And well met is this wind that blows kisses in my face |
| [01:31.32] | The cold and the storm can't make me forget that taste |
| [01:38.28] | And well met is the rain that stamps lines upon this land |
| [01:43.14] | There's not much that's sweet and simple about this place |
| [02:02.01] | I will build my house out of sticks |
| [02:07.74] | And moss and spider's webs |
| [02:13.62] | These branches aren't safe, these roots won't hold forever |
| [02:18.33] | There is no comfort in these threads and fibers |
| [02:25.38] | Well met is this wind that blows kisses in my face |
| [02:32.19] | The cold and the storm can't make me forget that taste |
| [02:38.19] | And well met is the rain that stamps lines upon this land |
| [02:43.98] | There's not much that's sweet and simple about this place |
| [02:49.47] | Oh the cliffs may fall like Lego blocks |
| [02:55.65] | The forests may dwindle to dust |
| [03:01.44] | But if the bird a nest, and the spider a web |
| [03:24.90] | Man, friendship |
| [03:25.23] | Man, friendship |
| [03:25.56] | Man, friendship |
| [03:29.55] | Well met is this wind that blows kisses in my face |
| [03:36.06] | The cold and the storm can't make me forget that taste |
| [03:42.87] | And well met is the rain that stamps lines upon this land |
| [03:47.76] | There's not much that's sweet and simple about this place |
| [03:53.79] | But there is much that is sweet and simple about this race |
| [03:59.52] | Oh there is much that is sweet and simple about this race |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : Kitty Macfarlane |
| [00:01.00] | zuo qu : Kitty Macfarlane |
| [00:24.36] | Well met is this wind that blows kisses in my face |
| [00:30.63] | The cold and the storm can' t make me forget that taste |
| [00:36.36] | And well met is the rain that stamps lines upon this land |
| [00:42.39] | There' s not much that' s sweet and simple about this place |
| [01:03.00] | We' re told the seas are rising |
| [01:07.65] | But this stretch of land I will defend |
| [01:13.17] | The wetlands are flooding, fading is the lapwing |
| [01:17.04] | But these small creatures I' ll curl my body ' round |
| [01:25.02] | And well met is this wind that blows kisses in my face |
| [01:31.32] | The cold and the storm can' t make me forget that taste |
| [01:38.28] | And well met is the rain that stamps lines upon this land |
| [01:43.14] | There' s not much that' s sweet and simple about this place |
| [02:02.01] | I will build my house out of sticks |
| [02:07.74] | And moss and spider' s webs |
| [02:13.62] | These branches aren' t safe, these roots won' t hold forever |
| [02:18.33] | There is no comfort in these threads and fibers |
| [02:25.38] | Well met is this wind that blows kisses in my face |
| [02:32.19] | The cold and the storm can' t make me forget that taste |
| [02:38.19] | And well met is the rain that stamps lines upon this land |
| [02:43.98] | There' s not much that' s sweet and simple about this place |
| [02:49.47] | Oh the cliffs may fall like Lego blocks |
| [02:55.65] | The forests may dwindle to dust |
| [03:01.44] | But if the bird a nest, and the spider a web |
| [03:24.90] | Man, friendship |
| [03:25.23] | Man, friendship |
| [03:25.56] | Man, friendship |
| [03:29.55] | Well met is this wind that blows kisses in my face |
| [03:36.06] | The cold and the storm can' t make me forget that taste |
| [03:42.87] | And well met is the rain that stamps lines upon this land |
| [03:47.76] | There' s not much that' s sweet and simple about this place |
| [03:53.79] | But there is much that is sweet and simple about this race |
| [03:59.52] | Oh there is much that is sweet and simple about this race |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Kitty Macfarlane |
| [00:01.00] | zuò qǔ : Kitty Macfarlane |
| [00:24.36] | Well met is this wind that blows kisses in my face |
| [00:30.63] | The cold and the storm can' t make me forget that taste |
| [00:36.36] | And well met is the rain that stamps lines upon this land |
| [00:42.39] | There' s not much that' s sweet and simple about this place |
| [01:03.00] | We' re told the seas are rising |
| [01:07.65] | But this stretch of land I will defend |
| [01:13.17] | The wetlands are flooding, fading is the lapwing |
| [01:17.04] | But these small creatures I' ll curl my body ' round |
| [01:25.02] | And well met is this wind that blows kisses in my face |
| [01:31.32] | The cold and the storm can' t make me forget that taste |
| [01:38.28] | And well met is the rain that stamps lines upon this land |
| [01:43.14] | There' s not much that' s sweet and simple about this place |
| [02:02.01] | I will build my house out of sticks |
| [02:07.74] | And moss and spider' s webs |
| [02:13.62] | These branches aren' t safe, these roots won' t hold forever |
| [02:18.33] | There is no comfort in these threads and fibers |
| [02:25.38] | Well met is this wind that blows kisses in my face |
| [02:32.19] | The cold and the storm can' t make me forget that taste |
| [02:38.19] | And well met is the rain that stamps lines upon this land |
| [02:43.98] | There' s not much that' s sweet and simple about this place |
| [02:49.47] | Oh the cliffs may fall like Lego blocks |
| [02:55.65] | The forests may dwindle to dust |
| [03:01.44] | But if the bird a nest, and the spider a web |
| [03:24.90] | Man, friendship |
| [03:25.23] | Man, friendship |
| [03:25.56] | Man, friendship |
| [03:29.55] | Well met is this wind that blows kisses in my face |
| [03:36.06] | The cold and the storm can' t make me forget that taste |
| [03:42.87] | And well met is the rain that stamps lines upon this land |
| [03:47.76] | There' s not much that' s sweet and simple about this place |
| [03:53.79] | But there is much that is sweet and simple about this race |
| [03:59.52] | Oh there is much that is sweet and simple about this race |