Song | Culloden's Harvest |
Artist | Déanta |
Album | Ready for the Storm |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : McDonald |
[00:29.88] | Cold winds on the moors blow. |
[00:36.37] | Warm the enemy's fire glows. |
[00:43.80] | Like the harvest of Culloden, |
[00:50.44] | Pain and fear and death grow. |
[00:59.66] | 'Twas love of our prince drove us all to Drumossie, |
[01:05.05] | But in scarcely the time that it takes me to tell |
[01:12.41] | The flower of our country lay scorched by an army |
[01:19.92] | As ruthless and red as the embers of hell. |
[01:28.82] | Cold winds on the moors blow. |
[01:35.31] | Warm the enemy's fire glows. |
[01:41.50] | Like the harvest of Culloden, |
[01:49.54] | Pain and fear and death grow. |
[02:12.59] | Red Campbell the Fox did the work of the English. |
[02:19.05] | McDonald in anger did no work at all. |
[02:26.65] | With musket and cannon against honour and courage. |
[02:33.35] | The invading men stood while our clansmen did fall. |
[02:42.97] | Cold winds on the moors blow. |
[02:49.64] | Warm the enemy's fire glows. |
[02:56.20] | Like the harvest of Culloden, |
[03:04.93] | Pain and fear and death grow. |
[03:12.73] | Nine mothers and children were left to their weeping, |
[03:19.96] | With only the memory of father and son. |
[03:26.54] | Turned out of their homes to make shelter for strangers, |
[03:33.99] | The blackest of hours on this land has begun. |
[03:42.92] | Cold winds on the moors blow. |
[03:49.48] | Warm the enemy's fire glows. |
[03:56.13] | Like the harvest of Culloden, |
[04:03.85] | Pain and fear and death grow. |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : McDonald |
[00:29.88] | Cold winds on the moors blow. |
[00:36.37] | Warm the enemy' s fire glows. |
[00:43.80] | Like the harvest of Culloden, |
[00:50.44] | Pain and fear and death grow. |
[00:59.66] | ' Twas love of our prince drove us all to Drumossie, |
[01:05.05] | But in scarcely the time that it takes me to tell |
[01:12.41] | The flower of our country lay scorched by an army |
[01:19.92] | As ruthless and red as the embers of hell. |
[01:28.82] | Cold winds on the moors blow. |
[01:35.31] | Warm the enemy' s fire glows. |
[01:41.50] | Like the harvest of Culloden, |
[01:49.54] | Pain and fear and death grow. |
[02:12.59] | Red Campbell the Fox did the work of the English. |
[02:19.05] | McDonald in anger did no work at all. |
[02:26.65] | With musket and cannon against honour and courage. |
[02:33.35] | The invading men stood while our clansmen did fall. |
[02:42.97] | Cold winds on the moors blow. |
[02:49.64] | Warm the enemy' s fire glows. |
[02:56.20] | Like the harvest of Culloden, |
[03:04.93] | Pain and fear and death grow. |
[03:12.73] | Nine mothers and children were left to their weeping, |
[03:19.96] | With only the memory of father and son. |
[03:26.54] | Turned out of their homes to make shelter for strangers, |
[03:33.99] | The blackest of hours on this land has begun. |
[03:42.92] | Cold winds on the moors blow. |
[03:49.48] | Warm the enemy' s fire glows. |
[03:56.13] | Like the harvest of Culloden, |
[04:03.85] | Pain and fear and death grow. |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : McDonald |
[00:29.88] | Cold winds on the moors blow. |
[00:36.37] | Warm the enemy' s fire glows. |
[00:43.80] | Like the harvest of Culloden, |
[00:50.44] | Pain and fear and death grow. |
[00:59.66] | ' Twas love of our prince drove us all to Drumossie, |
[01:05.05] | But in scarcely the time that it takes me to tell |
[01:12.41] | The flower of our country lay scorched by an army |
[01:19.92] | As ruthless and red as the embers of hell. |
[01:28.82] | Cold winds on the moors blow. |
[01:35.31] | Warm the enemy' s fire glows. |
[01:41.50] | Like the harvest of Culloden, |
[01:49.54] | Pain and fear and death grow. |
[02:12.59] | Red Campbell the Fox did the work of the English. |
[02:19.05] | McDonald in anger did no work at all. |
[02:26.65] | With musket and cannon against honour and courage. |
[02:33.35] | The invading men stood while our clansmen did fall. |
[02:42.97] | Cold winds on the moors blow. |
[02:49.64] | Warm the enemy' s fire glows. |
[02:56.20] | Like the harvest of Culloden, |
[03:04.93] | Pain and fear and death grow. |
[03:12.73] | Nine mothers and children were left to their weeping, |
[03:19.96] | With only the memory of father and son. |
[03:26.54] | Turned out of their homes to make shelter for strangers, |
[03:33.99] | The blackest of hours on this land has begun. |
[03:42.92] | Cold winds on the moors blow. |
[03:49.48] | Warm the enemy' s fire glows. |
[03:56.13] | Like the harvest of Culloden, |
[04:03.85] | Pain and fear and death grow. |