Raewyn Lyrics
| Song | Raewyn |
| Artist | Russell Crowe |
| Album | My Hand My Heart |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Doyle/Crowe |
| [00:01.000] | 作曲 : Doyle/Crowe |
| [00:06.892] | There's a black and white photograph of Raewyn. |
| [00:12.376] | I know the place and the year that it was taken. |
| [00:17.308] | Gosford, before all the houses, Forrestors was still uncrowded. |
| [00:22.746] | Footprints, often only your own. |
| [00:27.223] | Over the sand dunes and into the mangroves, |
| [00:32.146] | He gets his camera out and that's where uncle Peter goes. |
| [00:37.344] | He took this photograph of you with your wild hair. |
| [00:43.065] | Just back from America, in your print top and your flares. |
| [00:47.516] | So much light in your eyes no-one read the despair. |
| [00:53.247] | A scream in the night, my mother shaking with tears. |
| [00:59.007] | Her little sister was pouring down the stairs, |
| [01:03.137] | Oh Raewyn is no longer here. |
| [01:13.779] | How little do I know of the pain of my mother, |
| [01:17.713] | If I'm now just thinking, if I'd lost a brother? |
| [01:21.594] | How many nights has she lain awake shaking. |
| [01:25.289] | When I could of held her, shared the pain she had taken. |
| [01:29.157] | I should have held her and told her that I loved her, |
| [01:36.950] | A son needs to say it when he loves his mother. |
| [01:41.803][01:43.735] | |
| [01:43.893] | Jolly Jack Crowe was out on the ocean. |
| [01:48.884] | His Charlie asleep alone, deep within the motion. |
| [01:55.346] | Jack's eyes hollowed from the inside, his life and heart had been pulverized, |
| [02:00.011] | Guilt's not so loud in a bottle. |
| [02:04.980] | Taking risks had bought four sons and good fortune. |
| [02:10.200] | How could he know that was the tide his luck was leaving on. |
| [02:15.151] | Nobody talked of the beauty lost and undone. |
| [02:20.882] | Everybody baulked when we named our son, |
| [02:25.270] | But it's time to stop blaming Jolly Jack Crowe. |
| [02:31.229] | Who's grief knew no boundaries and swallowed him whole. |
| [02:36.437] | Fighting for the dead and fighting for his soul. |
| [02:41.922] | I love him more thanks to My Charlie Crowe. |
| [02:52.532] | How little do I know of the path of my father? |
| [02:56.657] | If I'm now just thinking, if I'd lost a brother? |
| [03:00.560] | How many nights has he lain awake shaking, |
| [03:04.183] | When I could have held him,share the pain he had taken. |
| [03:08.072] | I should have held him, and told him that I loved him. |
| [03:15.647] | A son and a father should always be talking. |
| [03:21.875] | A son and a father should always be talking. |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Doyle Crowe |
| [00:01.000] | zuo qu : Doyle Crowe |
| [00:06.892] | There' s a black and white photograph of Raewyn. |
| [00:12.376] | I know the place and the year that it was taken. |
| [00:17.308] | Gosford, before all the houses, Forrestors was still uncrowded. |
| [00:22.746] | Footprints, often only your own. |
| [00:27.223] | Over the sand dunes and into the mangroves, |
| [00:32.146] | He gets his camera out and that' s where uncle Peter goes. |
| [00:37.344] | He took this photograph of you with your wild hair. |
| [00:43.065] | Just back from America, in your print top and your flares. |
| [00:47.516] | So much light in your eyes noone read the despair. |
| [00:53.247] | A scream in the night, my mother shaking with tears. |
| [00:59.007] | Her little sister was pouring down the stairs, |
| [01:03.137] | Oh Raewyn is no longer here. |
| [01:13.779] | How little do I know of the pain of my mother, |
| [01:17.713] | If I' m now just thinking, if I' d lost a brother? |
| [01:21.594] | How many nights has she lain awake shaking. |
| [01:25.289] | When I could of held her, shared the pain she had taken. |
| [01:29.157] | I should have held her and told her that I loved her, |
| [01:36.950] | A son needs to say it when he loves his mother. |
| [01:41.803][01:43.735] | |
| [01:43.893] | Jolly Jack Crowe was out on the ocean. |
| [01:48.884] | His Charlie asleep alone, deep within the motion. |
| [01:55.346] | Jack' s eyes hollowed from the inside, his life and heart had been pulverized, |
| [02:00.011] | Guilt' s not so loud in a bottle. |
| [02:04.980] | Taking risks had bought four sons and good fortune. |
| [02:10.200] | How could he know that was the tide his luck was leaving on. |
| [02:15.151] | Nobody talked of the beauty lost and undone. |
| [02:20.882] | Everybody baulked when we named our son, |
| [02:25.270] | But it' s time to stop blaming Jolly Jack Crowe. |
| [02:31.229] | Who' s grief knew no boundaries and swallowed him whole. |
| [02:36.437] | Fighting for the dead and fighting for his soul. |
| [02:41.922] | I love him more thanks to My Charlie Crowe. |
| [02:52.532] | How little do I know of the path of my father? |
| [02:56.657] | If I' m now just thinking, if I' d lost a brother? |
| [03:00.560] | How many nights has he lain awake shaking, |
| [03:04.183] | When I could have held him, share the pain he had taken. |
| [03:08.072] | I should have held him, and told him that I loved him. |
| [03:15.647] | A son and a father should always be talking. |
| [03:21.875] | A son and a father should always be talking. |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Doyle Crowe |
| [00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Doyle Crowe |
| [00:06.892] | There' s a black and white photograph of Raewyn. |
| [00:12.376] | I know the place and the year that it was taken. |
| [00:17.308] | Gosford, before all the houses, Forrestors was still uncrowded. |
| [00:22.746] | Footprints, often only your own. |
| [00:27.223] | Over the sand dunes and into the mangroves, |
| [00:32.146] | He gets his camera out and that' s where uncle Peter goes. |
| [00:37.344] | He took this photograph of you with your wild hair. |
| [00:43.065] | Just back from America, in your print top and your flares. |
| [00:47.516] | So much light in your eyes noone read the despair. |
| [00:53.247] | A scream in the night, my mother shaking with tears. |
| [00:59.007] | Her little sister was pouring down the stairs, |
| [01:03.137] | Oh Raewyn is no longer here. |
| [01:13.779] | How little do I know of the pain of my mother, |
| [01:17.713] | If I' m now just thinking, if I' d lost a brother? |
| [01:21.594] | How many nights has she lain awake shaking. |
| [01:25.289] | When I could of held her, shared the pain she had taken. |
| [01:29.157] | I should have held her and told her that I loved her, |
| [01:36.950] | A son needs to say it when he loves his mother. |
| [01:41.803][01:43.735] | |
| [01:43.893] | Jolly Jack Crowe was out on the ocean. |
| [01:48.884] | His Charlie asleep alone, deep within the motion. |
| [01:55.346] | Jack' s eyes hollowed from the inside, his life and heart had been pulverized, |
| [02:00.011] | Guilt' s not so loud in a bottle. |
| [02:04.980] | Taking risks had bought four sons and good fortune. |
| [02:10.200] | How could he know that was the tide his luck was leaving on. |
| [02:15.151] | Nobody talked of the beauty lost and undone. |
| [02:20.882] | Everybody baulked when we named our son, |
| [02:25.270] | But it' s time to stop blaming Jolly Jack Crowe. |
| [02:31.229] | Who' s grief knew no boundaries and swallowed him whole. |
| [02:36.437] | Fighting for the dead and fighting for his soul. |
| [02:41.922] | I love him more thanks to My Charlie Crowe. |
| [02:52.532] | How little do I know of the path of my father? |
| [02:56.657] | If I' m now just thinking, if I' d lost a brother? |
| [03:00.560] | How many nights has he lain awake shaking, |
| [03:04.183] | When I could have held him, share the pain he had taken. |
| [03:08.072] | I should have held him, and told him that I loved him. |
| [03:15.647] | A son and a father should always be talking. |
| [03:21.875] | A son and a father should always be talking. |
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