| 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 |