Song | Curtis Creek |
Artist | Bebo Norman |
Album | The Fabric of Verse |
作曲 : Norman | |
We planned to leave early | |
And to pack unheavy | |
Because the truck was getting full. | |
But the same old fear | |
At the end of the year | |
Wouldn't let us leave so soon. | |
The Blue Ridge | |
Mountains were calling, | |
The rain was falling, | |
The wind was in our faces. | |
And above the sound | |
Of the engine | |
I found us | |
Arriving at those places. | |
I've heard you say a | |
Thousand times | |
That we could never leave | |
This town, | |
But where were you last night | |
When the sun went down. | |
The rain proved steady | |
And as our packs wore heavy | |
With the weight of our survival. | |
The woods rang loud | |
With the love of our | |
God And the sound of our revival. | |
The summer wind turned colder | |
As the day grew older, | |
The night would soon surround us. | |
The Curtis | |
Falls Had a view of it all | |
As the snow fell all around us. | |
I've heard you say a | |
Thousand times | |
That we could never leave | |
This town, | |
But where were you last night | |
When the sun went down. | |
I was singing alone, | |
You were standing on the side. | |
And the water so warm | |
As you walked the mountain side, | |
And you washed my feet and cried. | |
Well, the days passed quickly | |
And our time was over | |
Three souls the same in sorrow. | |
But the Reds and rain | |
Put an intimate stain | |
On the start of our tomorrow. | |
And soon our pieces will scatter | |
In a world of anger, | |
The only thing to free us | |
Is the part of man | |
That we don't understand | |
That found a place between us. | |
I've heard you say a | |
Thousand times | |
That we could never leave | |
This town, | |
But where were you last night | |
When the sun went down. |
zuò qǔ : Norman | |
We planned to leave early | |
And to pack unheavy | |
Because the truck was getting full. | |
But the same old fear | |
At the end of the year | |
Wouldn' t let us leave so soon. | |
The Blue Ridge | |
Mountains were calling, | |
The rain was falling, | |
The wind was in our faces. | |
And above the sound | |
Of the engine | |
I found us | |
Arriving at those places. | |
I' ve heard you say a | |
Thousand times | |
That we could never leave | |
This town, | |
But where were you last night | |
When the sun went down. | |
The rain proved steady | |
And as our packs wore heavy | |
With the weight of our survival. | |
The woods rang loud | |
With the love of our | |
God And the sound of our revival. | |
The summer wind turned colder | |
As the day grew older, | |
The night would soon surround us. | |
The Curtis | |
Falls Had a view of it all | |
As the snow fell all around us. | |
I' ve heard you say a | |
Thousand times | |
That we could never leave | |
This town, | |
But where were you last night | |
When the sun went down. | |
I was singing alone, | |
You were standing on the side. | |
And the water so warm | |
As you walked the mountain side, | |
And you washed my feet and cried. | |
Well, the days passed quickly | |
And our time was over | |
Three souls the same in sorrow. | |
But the Reds and rain | |
Put an intimate stain | |
On the start of our tomorrow. | |
And soon our pieces will scatter | |
In a world of anger, | |
The only thing to free us | |
Is the part of man | |
That we don' t understand | |
That found a place between us. | |
I' ve heard you say a | |
Thousand times | |
That we could never leave | |
This town, | |
But where were you last night | |
When the sun went down. |