| Song | Thirty Summers |
| Artist | Cowboy Junkies |
| Album | In the Time Before Llamas |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Timmins | |
| Caught in the vice of heaven and earth | |
| he turned his life into a cell | |
| imprisoned by the doubts which hound us all | |
| and those desires which we all know so well | |
| His days he lost to promises, his nights he purged of dreams | |
| and he would wake in the hours before sunrise | |
| and dread the coming of the day | |
| Never thought a man could become so desperate | |
| never thought a life could lose so much hope | |
| to be tearing at the roots around you | |
| as if in manacles, or irons, or ropes | |
| They say he told his children that all he taught was lost | |
| that love and pride and honesty | |
| were to be gained at too high a cost | |
| It's been thirty summers that I've spent with him | |
| and I expect thirty more to pass | |
| he has blessed my life in so many ways | |
| that I could never turn my back | |
| But I need just one more reminder | |
| of the man that he used to be | |
| if he would just look deep into my eyes | |
| and say it's in you my love that I will find the key |
| zuo qu : Timmins | |
| Caught in the vice of heaven and earth | |
| he turned his life into a cell | |
| imprisoned by the doubts which hound us all | |
| and those desires which we all know so well | |
| His days he lost to promises, his nights he purged of dreams | |
| and he would wake in the hours before sunrise | |
| and dread the coming of the day | |
| Never thought a man could become so desperate | |
| never thought a life could lose so much hope | |
| to be tearing at the roots around you | |
| as if in manacles, or irons, or ropes | |
| They say he told his children that all he taught was lost | |
| that love and pride and honesty | |
| were to be gained at too high a cost | |
| It' s been thirty summers that I' ve spent with him | |
| and I expect thirty more to pass | |
| he has blessed my life in so many ways | |
| that I could never turn my back | |
| But I need just one more reminder | |
| of the man that he used to be | |
| if he would just look deep into my eyes | |
| and say it' s in you my love that I will find the key |
| zuò qǔ : Timmins | |
| Caught in the vice of heaven and earth | |
| he turned his life into a cell | |
| imprisoned by the doubts which hound us all | |
| and those desires which we all know so well | |
| His days he lost to promises, his nights he purged of dreams | |
| and he would wake in the hours before sunrise | |
| and dread the coming of the day | |
| Never thought a man could become so desperate | |
| never thought a life could lose so much hope | |
| to be tearing at the roots around you | |
| as if in manacles, or irons, or ropes | |
| They say he told his children that all he taught was lost | |
| that love and pride and honesty | |
| were to be gained at too high a cost | |
| It' s been thirty summers that I' ve spent with him | |
| and I expect thirty more to pass | |
| he has blessed my life in so many ways | |
| that I could never turn my back | |
| But I need just one more reminder | |
| of the man that he used to be | |
| if he would just look deep into my eyes | |
| and say it' s in you my love that I will find the key |