Song | It Belongs to Us |
Artist | Dougie MacLean |
Album | Marching Mystery |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Maclean | |
It stands within a time of dreams | |
Engraven stone on which it seems | |
Ten thousand naked hands have drawn an endless line | |
Where man and earth were more than one | |
With fire water moon and sun | |
We touch it and we're centred in this place and time | |
They try and tear it all away | |
But turning heads don't hear what heavy hearts must say | |
It belongs to us, it belongs to us | |
It's our sacred rock you hold | |
And it's our destiny that you have thrown away | |
It's our sacred rock you hold | |
These canyons where our ancients sleep | |
They rise above our heads and keep | |
Connection with the winds on which our seeds have come | |
And it's there we lay and rest our dead | |
It's there the last goodbyes are said | |
We see it and we know that we will all be one | |
You may think it's worthless, you may think it's small | |
And for that we have no need | |
But reality is bigger than the lies you have grown | |
From your spiritless greed | |
There is a deep and distant force | |
That knows the way and holds the course | |
We've travelled so uncertainly through year to year | |
And it strengthens as we pass it on | |
Our children growing graceful strong | |
We feel it and we're certain that our way is clear |
zuo ci : Maclean | |
It stands within a time of dreams | |
Engraven stone on which it seems | |
Ten thousand naked hands have drawn an endless line | |
Where man and earth were more than one | |
With fire water moon and sun | |
We touch it and we' re centred in this place and time | |
They try and tear it all away | |
But turning heads don' t hear what heavy hearts must say | |
It belongs to us, it belongs to us | |
It' s our sacred rock you hold | |
And it' s our destiny that you have thrown away | |
It' s our sacred rock you hold | |
These canyons where our ancients sleep | |
They rise above our heads and keep | |
Connection with the winds on which our seeds have come | |
And it' s there we lay and rest our dead | |
It' s there the last goodbyes are said | |
We see it and we know that we will all be one | |
You may think it' s worthless, you may think it' s small | |
And for that we have no need | |
But reality is bigger than the lies you have grown | |
From your spiritless greed | |
There is a deep and distant force | |
That knows the way and holds the course | |
We' ve travelled so uncertainly through year to year | |
And it strengthens as we pass it on | |
Our children growing graceful strong | |
We feel it and we' re certain that our way is clear |
zuò cí : Maclean | |
It stands within a time of dreams | |
Engraven stone on which it seems | |
Ten thousand naked hands have drawn an endless line | |
Where man and earth were more than one | |
With fire water moon and sun | |
We touch it and we' re centred in this place and time | |
They try and tear it all away | |
But turning heads don' t hear what heavy hearts must say | |
It belongs to us, it belongs to us | |
It' s our sacred rock you hold | |
And it' s our destiny that you have thrown away | |
It' s our sacred rock you hold | |
These canyons where our ancients sleep | |
They rise above our heads and keep | |
Connection with the winds on which our seeds have come | |
And it' s there we lay and rest our dead | |
It' s there the last goodbyes are said | |
We see it and we know that we will all be one | |
You may think it' s worthless, you may think it' s small | |
And for that we have no need | |
But reality is bigger than the lies you have grown | |
From your spiritless greed | |
There is a deep and distant force | |
That knows the way and holds the course | |
We' ve travelled so uncertainly through year to year | |
And it strengthens as we pass it on | |
Our children growing graceful strong | |
We feel it and we' re certain that our way is clear |