Song | Now Be Thankful |
Artist | Richard Thompson |
Album | Watching the Dark |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Swarbrick, Thompson | |
When the stone is grown too cold to kneel | |
In crystal waters I will be bound | |
Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel | |
Now be thankful for good things below | |
Now be thankful to your maker | |
For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know | |
When the fire is grown too fierce to breathe | |
In burning irons I will be bound | |
Fierce as fire weary to the sounds upon the wheel | |
Now be thankful for good things below | |
Now be thankful to your maker | |
For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know | |
When the stone is grown too cold to kneel | |
In crystal waters I'll be bound | |
Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel | |
Now be thankful for good things below | |
Now be thankful to your maker | |
For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know |
zuo ci : Swarbrick, Thompson | |
When the stone is grown too cold to kneel | |
In crystal waters I will be bound | |
Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel | |
Now be thankful for good things below | |
Now be thankful to your maker | |
For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know | |
When the fire is grown too fierce to breathe | |
In burning irons I will be bound | |
Fierce as fire weary to the sounds upon the wheel | |
Now be thankful for good things below | |
Now be thankful to your maker | |
For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know | |
When the stone is grown too cold to kneel | |
In crystal waters I' ll be bound | |
Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel | |
Now be thankful for good things below | |
Now be thankful to your maker | |
For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know |
zuò cí : Swarbrick, Thompson | |
When the stone is grown too cold to kneel | |
In crystal waters I will be bound | |
Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel | |
Now be thankful for good things below | |
Now be thankful to your maker | |
For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know | |
When the fire is grown too fierce to breathe | |
In burning irons I will be bound | |
Fierce as fire weary to the sounds upon the wheel | |
Now be thankful for good things below | |
Now be thankful to your maker | |
For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know | |
When the stone is grown too cold to kneel | |
In crystal waters I' ll be bound | |
Cold as stone, weary to the sounds upon the wheel | |
Now be thankful for good things below | |
Now be thankful to your maker | |
For the rose, the red rose blooms for all to know |