Song | Faithful Land |
Artist | Gaelic Storm |
Album | What's the Rumpus? |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Murphy, Twigger, Wehmeyer | |
Fields of green | |
Stone walls run between | |
Gray skies above | |
A falling leaf | |
The rock that sits beneath | |
These are all the things I love. | |
and when I'm far away | |
somehow they live inside of me | |
It's just a feeling I can't touch, | |
something I can't see, something I can't see, lives inside of me, | |
It's In my bones and in my blood | |
Don’t know what it is, but I know its good | |
Beneath my feet this faithful land | |
It's all I understand | |
City glow | |
Bustling streets below | |
The traffic's hum | |
Windows gleam | |
Plumes of smoke and steam | |
It's a world that I've become | |
and when I'm far away somehow they live inside of me | |
It's just a feeling I can't touch, something I can't see, something I can't see | |
It's In my bones and in my blood | |
Don’t know what it is, but I know its good | |
Beneath my feet this faithful land | |
It's all I understand | |
On all these roads that rise ahead Ill find | |
another reason to believe | |
another place another part of me | |
Ill never have to leave. Ill never have to leave, | |
It's In my bones and in my blood | |
Don’t know what it is, but I know its good | |
Beneath my feet this faithful land | |
It's all I understand | |
Fields of green | |
Stonewalls run between | |
Gray skies above |
zuo qu : Murphy, Twigger, Wehmeyer | |
Fields of green | |
Stone walls run between | |
Gray skies above | |
A falling leaf | |
The rock that sits beneath | |
These are all the things I love. | |
and when I' m far away | |
somehow they live inside of me | |
It' s just a feeling I can' t touch, | |
something I can' t see, something I can' t see, lives inside of me, | |
It' s In my bones and in my blood | |
Don' t know what it is, but I know its good | |
Beneath my feet this faithful land | |
It' s all I understand | |
City glow | |
Bustling streets below | |
The traffic' s hum | |
Windows gleam | |
Plumes of smoke and steam | |
It' s a world that I' ve become | |
and when I' m far away somehow they live inside of me | |
It' s just a feeling I can' t touch, something I can' t see, something I can' t see | |
It' s In my bones and in my blood | |
Don' t know what it is, but I know its good | |
Beneath my feet this faithful land | |
It' s all I understand | |
On all these roads that rise ahead Ill find | |
another reason to believe | |
another place another part of me | |
Ill never have to leave. Ill never have to leave, | |
It' s In my bones and in my blood | |
Don' t know what it is, but I know its good | |
Beneath my feet this faithful land | |
It' s all I understand | |
Fields of green | |
Stonewalls run between | |
Gray skies above |
zuò qǔ : Murphy, Twigger, Wehmeyer | |
Fields of green | |
Stone walls run between | |
Gray skies above | |
A falling leaf | |
The rock that sits beneath | |
These are all the things I love. | |
and when I' m far away | |
somehow they live inside of me | |
It' s just a feeling I can' t touch, | |
something I can' t see, something I can' t see, lives inside of me, | |
It' s In my bones and in my blood | |
Don' t know what it is, but I know its good | |
Beneath my feet this faithful land | |
It' s all I understand | |
City glow | |
Bustling streets below | |
The traffic' s hum | |
Windows gleam | |
Plumes of smoke and steam | |
It' s a world that I' ve become | |
and when I' m far away somehow they live inside of me | |
It' s just a feeling I can' t touch, something I can' t see, something I can' t see | |
It' s In my bones and in my blood | |
Don' t know what it is, but I know its good | |
Beneath my feet this faithful land | |
It' s all I understand | |
On all these roads that rise ahead Ill find | |
another reason to believe | |
another place another part of me | |
Ill never have to leave. Ill never have to leave, | |
It' s In my bones and in my blood | |
Don' t know what it is, but I know its good | |
Beneath my feet this faithful land | |
It' s all I understand | |
Fields of green | |
Stonewalls run between | |
Gray skies above |