Song | Love & Maple Syrup |
Artist | Gordon Lightfoot |
Album | Summer Side of Life |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Lightfoot | |
Love and maple syrup goes together | |
Like the sticky winds of winter when they meet | |
When lonely lovers come to rest | |
Beneath the trees they do their best | |
But still they can't be free | |
Looking for the world to be | |
Anything but what they see | |
Longing to be understood | |
By the heart that shapes the wood | |
If you go into the forest, gaze up through the leaves | |
And see the sky that's almost wild | |
You must learn to understand | |
What makes the forest greet the man | |
Like a mother's only child | |
In the north when when winter's claw | |
Relaxes now to keep the laws of nature in control | |
People come and stand in line | |
To rob the forest of her wine | |
But they don't feel the cold | |
Looking for the world to be | |
Anything but what they see | |
Longing to be understood | |
By the heart that shapes the wood | |
Love and maple syrup goes together | |
Like the sticky winds of winter when they meet | |
When lonely lovers come to rest | |
Beneath the trees they do their best | |
But still they can't be free | |
Love and maple syrup shine like | |
Embers warm, like thoughts divine | |
They tell us it is spring | |
Love and maple syrup stir | |
The thoughts of people into words | |
Of songs that they can sing | |
Looking for the world to be | |
Anything but what they see | |
Longing to be understood | |
By the heart that shapes the wood |
zuo ci : Lightfoot | |
Love and maple syrup goes together | |
Like the sticky winds of winter when they meet | |
When lonely lovers come to rest | |
Beneath the trees they do their best | |
But still they can' t be free | |
Looking for the world to be | |
Anything but what they see | |
Longing to be understood | |
By the heart that shapes the wood | |
If you go into the forest, gaze up through the leaves | |
And see the sky that' s almost wild | |
You must learn to understand | |
What makes the forest greet the man | |
Like a mother' s only child | |
In the north when when winter' s claw | |
Relaxes now to keep the laws of nature in control | |
People come and stand in line | |
To rob the forest of her wine | |
But they don' t feel the cold | |
Looking for the world to be | |
Anything but what they see | |
Longing to be understood | |
By the heart that shapes the wood | |
Love and maple syrup goes together | |
Like the sticky winds of winter when they meet | |
When lonely lovers come to rest | |
Beneath the trees they do their best | |
But still they can' t be free | |
Love and maple syrup shine like | |
Embers warm, like thoughts divine | |
They tell us it is spring | |
Love and maple syrup stir | |
The thoughts of people into words | |
Of songs that they can sing | |
Looking for the world to be | |
Anything but what they see | |
Longing to be understood | |
By the heart that shapes the wood |
zuò cí : Lightfoot | |
Love and maple syrup goes together | |
Like the sticky winds of winter when they meet | |
When lonely lovers come to rest | |
Beneath the trees they do their best | |
But still they can' t be free | |
Looking for the world to be | |
Anything but what they see | |
Longing to be understood | |
By the heart that shapes the wood | |
If you go into the forest, gaze up through the leaves | |
And see the sky that' s almost wild | |
You must learn to understand | |
What makes the forest greet the man | |
Like a mother' s only child | |
In the north when when winter' s claw | |
Relaxes now to keep the laws of nature in control | |
People come and stand in line | |
To rob the forest of her wine | |
But they don' t feel the cold | |
Looking for the world to be | |
Anything but what they see | |
Longing to be understood | |
By the heart that shapes the wood | |
Love and maple syrup goes together | |
Like the sticky winds of winter when they meet | |
When lonely lovers come to rest | |
Beneath the trees they do their best | |
But still they can' t be free | |
Love and maple syrup shine like | |
Embers warm, like thoughts divine | |
They tell us it is spring | |
Love and maple syrup stir | |
The thoughts of people into words | |
Of songs that they can sing | |
Looking for the world to be | |
Anything but what they see | |
Longing to be understood | |
By the heart that shapes the wood |