Song | The Yeti |
Artist | Clutch |
Album | Full Fathom Five: Audio Field Recordings 2007-2008 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Clutch | |
Standing waist high in snow | |
What brought me here, | |
I do not know | |
Sky is filled with starry scenes | |
Of heroes and their greatest deeds | |
Satellites move across the sky | |
And every year they multiply | |
Father bear is sound asleep | |
And will be so for several weeks | |
Across the plain | |
I see a figure | |
Every instant growing bigger | |
Instinct tells me to run away | |
While faith proposes that | |
I waveHe approaches to a rod | |
I whisper up a prayer to god | |
The stranger asks me with a grin"Do you have the time my friend?" | |
Hima, Himalaya is my old time stomping ground(Oh yes, time is of the essence) | |
Mani, Manitoba, better snows | |
I've never found(Oh yes, time is of the essence) | |
The author looms above his page | |
And thinks it strange that at his age | |
He can not find the proper words | |
To describe his only world | |
One would think that in a life | |
Where no two snowflakes are alike | |
One would have a brilliant rhyme | |
For each and every bit of time | |
Hima, Himalaya is my old time stomping ground(Oh yes, time is of the essence) | |
Mani, Manitoba, better snows | |
I've never found(Oh yes, time is of the essence) |
zuo ci : Clutch | |
Standing waist high in snow | |
What brought me here, | |
I do not know | |
Sky is filled with starry scenes | |
Of heroes and their greatest deeds | |
Satellites move across the sky | |
And every year they multiply | |
Father bear is sound asleep | |
And will be so for several weeks | |
Across the plain | |
I see a figure | |
Every instant growing bigger | |
Instinct tells me to run away | |
While faith proposes that | |
I waveHe approaches to a rod | |
I whisper up a prayer to god | |
The stranger asks me with a grin" Do you have the time my friend?" | |
Hima, Himalaya is my old time stomping ground Oh yes, time is of the essence | |
Mani, Manitoba, better snows | |
I' ve never found Oh yes, time is of the essence | |
The author looms above his page | |
And thinks it strange that at his age | |
He can not find the proper words | |
To describe his only world | |
One would think that in a life | |
Where no two snowflakes are alike | |
One would have a brilliant rhyme | |
For each and every bit of time | |
Hima, Himalaya is my old time stomping ground Oh yes, time is of the essence | |
Mani, Manitoba, better snows | |
I' ve never found Oh yes, time is of the essence |
zuò cí : Clutch | |
Standing waist high in snow | |
What brought me here, | |
I do not know | |
Sky is filled with starry scenes | |
Of heroes and their greatest deeds | |
Satellites move across the sky | |
And every year they multiply | |
Father bear is sound asleep | |
And will be so for several weeks | |
Across the plain | |
I see a figure | |
Every instant growing bigger | |
Instinct tells me to run away | |
While faith proposes that | |
I waveHe approaches to a rod | |
I whisper up a prayer to god | |
The stranger asks me with a grin" Do you have the time my friend?" | |
Hima, Himalaya is my old time stomping ground Oh yes, time is of the essence | |
Mani, Manitoba, better snows | |
I' ve never found Oh yes, time is of the essence | |
The author looms above his page | |
And thinks it strange that at his age | |
He can not find the proper words | |
To describe his only world | |
One would think that in a life | |
Where no two snowflakes are alike | |
One would have a brilliant rhyme | |
For each and every bit of time | |
Hima, Himalaya is my old time stomping ground Oh yes, time is of the essence | |
Mani, Manitoba, better snows | |
I' ve never found Oh yes, time is of the essence |