| Song | Master of Time |
| Artist | Anthony Phillips |
| Album | Radio Clyde |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Phillips | |
| See, the days grown long | |
| Winter comes upon us | |
| Like a storm at sea. | |
| And the will to live | |
| Seems a little thin sometimes | |
| When those you love are | |
| Lost beneath the snowfall. | |
| "Give and you will live", | |
| Said a man who lived | |
| In a funny way. | |
| So we share our cup | |
| With the thirsty fawn of life | |
| Who leaves us on the | |
| Highway without water. | |
| Master of Time, take me back through the years. | |
| Master of Time, let me try once again | |
| And I will give more, oh how I'll try, | |
| And with this, a new life I'll buy. | |
| Hush! The marsh-duck cries, | |
| Far away, she knows | |
| That her love will be, | |
| And she nestles down, | |
| Sobbing still, she dries her eyes, | |
| Knowing that the world | |
| Will cry the rest out. | |
| Where did beauty go? | |
| Seek it here, there | |
| But it's slipped away. | |
| And when they come to lay me down, | |
| I will take your memory too, | |
| They'll know that in my final hour, | |
| I loved you. | |
| Master of Time, take me back through the years. | |
| Master of Time, let me try once again | |
| And I will give more, oh how I'll try, | |
| And with this, a new life I'll buy. |
| zuo ci : Phillips | |
| See, the days grown long | |
| Winter comes upon us | |
| Like a storm at sea. | |
| And the will to live | |
| Seems a little thin sometimes | |
| When those you love are | |
| Lost beneath the snowfall. | |
| " Give and you will live", | |
| Said a man who lived | |
| In a funny way. | |
| So we share our cup | |
| With the thirsty fawn of life | |
| Who leaves us on the | |
| Highway without water. | |
| Master of Time, take me back through the years. | |
| Master of Time, let me try once again | |
| And I will give more, oh how I' ll try, | |
| And with this, a new life I' ll buy. | |
| Hush! The marshduck cries, | |
| Far away, she knows | |
| That her love will be, | |
| And she nestles down, | |
| Sobbing still, she dries her eyes, | |
| Knowing that the world | |
| Will cry the rest out. | |
| Where did beauty go? | |
| Seek it here, there | |
| But it' s slipped away. | |
| And when they come to lay me down, | |
| I will take your memory too, | |
| They' ll know that in my final hour, | |
| I loved you. | |
| Master of Time, take me back through the years. | |
| Master of Time, let me try once again | |
| And I will give more, oh how I' ll try, | |
| And with this, a new life I' ll buy. |
| zuò cí : Phillips | |
| See, the days grown long | |
| Winter comes upon us | |
| Like a storm at sea. | |
| And the will to live | |
| Seems a little thin sometimes | |
| When those you love are | |
| Lost beneath the snowfall. | |
| " Give and you will live", | |
| Said a man who lived | |
| In a funny way. | |
| So we share our cup | |
| With the thirsty fawn of life | |
| Who leaves us on the | |
| Highway without water. | |
| Master of Time, take me back through the years. | |
| Master of Time, let me try once again | |
| And I will give more, oh how I' ll try, | |
| And with this, a new life I' ll buy. | |
| Hush! The marshduck cries, | |
| Far away, she knows | |
| That her love will be, | |
| And she nestles down, | |
| Sobbing still, she dries her eyes, | |
| Knowing that the world | |
| Will cry the rest out. | |
| Where did beauty go? | |
| Seek it here, there | |
| But it' s slipped away. | |
| And when they come to lay me down, | |
| I will take your memory too, | |
| They' ll know that in my final hour, | |
| I loved you. | |
| Master of Time, take me back through the years. | |
| Master of Time, let me try once again | |
| And I will give more, oh how I' ll try, | |
| And with this, a new life I' ll buy. |