Song | Find Me in These Fields |
Artist | Phil Keaggy |
Album | Find Me in These Fields |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Keaggy | |
Find me in these fields alone, | |
Crusted with the salt of my ways, | |
Rinse me with the motion of sweet water, | |
The silky rush of Your cleansing stream. | |
I turn my face towards the sun | |
Too feel the heat and cool wind blow. | |
Reminding me as I touch your shoulder | |
Awakening me from some selfish dream. | |
I face the fog in the Autumn, | |
The midnight moon weaving her chain. | |
You trace me deep in this valley | |
Repeating a familiar refrain, forgive me. | |
When my heart turns cold and I chased the old | |
Standard lie, forgive me. | |
When my conscious calls me to leave it behind, | |
Well did I, forgive me. | |
Take me in I'll sit at Your feet, | |
Live to tell all You have done, | |
Could I find a rose in mid-December, | |
A sign of peace for those passing by. | |
I turn my eyes toward the Son, | |
And a vision of a world yet to be, | |
When hope will be awarded living substance | |
And Heaven kisses Earth in reply. | |
I face the fog in the Autumn, | |
The midnight moon weaving her chain. | |
You trace me deep in this valley | |
Repeating a familiar refrain, forgive me. | |
When my heart turns cold and I chased the old | |
Standard lie, forgive me. | |
When my conscious calls me to leave it behind, | |
Well did I, forgive me. |
zuo qu : Keaggy | |
Find me in these fields alone, | |
Crusted with the salt of my ways, | |
Rinse me with the motion of sweet water, | |
The silky rush of Your cleansing stream. | |
I turn my face towards the sun | |
Too feel the heat and cool wind blow. | |
Reminding me as I touch your shoulder | |
Awakening me from some selfish dream. | |
I face the fog in the Autumn, | |
The midnight moon weaving her chain. | |
You trace me deep in this valley | |
Repeating a familiar refrain, forgive me. | |
When my heart turns cold and I chased the old | |
Standard lie, forgive me. | |
When my conscious calls me to leave it behind, | |
Well did I, forgive me. | |
Take me in I' ll sit at Your feet, | |
Live to tell all You have done, | |
Could I find a rose in midDecember, | |
A sign of peace for those passing by. | |
I turn my eyes toward the Son, | |
And a vision of a world yet to be, | |
When hope will be awarded living substance | |
And Heaven kisses Earth in reply. | |
I face the fog in the Autumn, | |
The midnight moon weaving her chain. | |
You trace me deep in this valley | |
Repeating a familiar refrain, forgive me. | |
When my heart turns cold and I chased the old | |
Standard lie, forgive me. | |
When my conscious calls me to leave it behind, | |
Well did I, forgive me. |
zuò qǔ : Keaggy | |
Find me in these fields alone, | |
Crusted with the salt of my ways, | |
Rinse me with the motion of sweet water, | |
The silky rush of Your cleansing stream. | |
I turn my face towards the sun | |
Too feel the heat and cool wind blow. | |
Reminding me as I touch your shoulder | |
Awakening me from some selfish dream. | |
I face the fog in the Autumn, | |
The midnight moon weaving her chain. | |
You trace me deep in this valley | |
Repeating a familiar refrain, forgive me. | |
When my heart turns cold and I chased the old | |
Standard lie, forgive me. | |
When my conscious calls me to leave it behind, | |
Well did I, forgive me. | |
Take me in I' ll sit at Your feet, | |
Live to tell all You have done, | |
Could I find a rose in midDecember, | |
A sign of peace for those passing by. | |
I turn my eyes toward the Son, | |
And a vision of a world yet to be, | |
When hope will be awarded living substance | |
And Heaven kisses Earth in reply. | |
I face the fog in the Autumn, | |
The midnight moon weaving her chain. | |
You trace me deep in this valley | |
Repeating a familiar refrain, forgive me. | |
When my heart turns cold and I chased the old | |
Standard lie, forgive me. | |
When my conscious calls me to leave it behind, | |
Well did I, forgive me. |