歌曲 | A Song for David |
歌手 | Joan Baez |
专辑 | How Sweet the Sound |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
In my heart I will wait | |
by the stony gate | |
and the little one | |
in my arms will sleep. | |
Every rising of the moon | |
makes the years grow late | |
and the love in our hearts will keep. | |
There are friends I will make | |
and bonds I will break | |
as the seasons roll by | |
and we build our own sky. | |
In my heart I will wait | |
by the stony gate | |
and the little one | |
in my arms will sleep. | |
And the stars in your sky | |
are the stars in mine | |
and both prisoners | |
of this life are we. | |
Through the same troubled waters | |
we carry our time, | |
you and the convicts and me. | |
There's a good thing to know | |
on the outside or in, | |
to answer not where | |
but just who I am. | |
Because the stars in your sky | |
are the stars in mine | |
and both prisoners | |
of this life are we. | |
And the hills that you know | |
will remain for you | |
and the little willow green | |
will stand firm. | |
The flowers that we planted | |
through the seasons past | |
will all bloom | |
on the day you return. | |
To a baby at play | |
all a mother can say, | |
he'll return on the wind | |
to our hearts, and till then | |
I will sit and I'll wait | |
by the stony gate | |
and the little one | |
'neath the trees will dance. |
In my heart I will wait | |
by the stony gate | |
and the little one | |
in my arms will sleep. | |
Every rising of the moon | |
makes the years grow late | |
and the love in our hearts will keep. | |
There are friends I will make | |
and bonds I will break | |
as the seasons roll by | |
and we build our own sky. | |
In my heart I will wait | |
by the stony gate | |
and the little one | |
in my arms will sleep. | |
And the stars in your sky | |
are the stars in mine | |
and both prisoners | |
of this life are we. | |
Through the same troubled waters | |
we carry our time, | |
you and the convicts and me. | |
There' s a good thing to know | |
on the outside or in, | |
to answer not where | |
but just who I am. | |
Because the stars in your sky | |
are the stars in mine | |
and both prisoners | |
of this life are we. | |
And the hills that you know | |
will remain for you | |
and the little willow green | |
will stand firm. | |
The flowers that we planted | |
through the seasons past | |
will all bloom | |
on the day you return. | |
To a baby at play | |
all a mother can say, | |
he' ll return on the wind | |
to our hearts, and till then | |
I will sit and I' ll wait | |
by the stony gate | |
and the little one | |
' neath the trees will dance. |
In my heart I will wait | |
by the stony gate | |
and the little one | |
in my arms will sleep. | |
Every rising of the moon | |
makes the years grow late | |
and the love in our hearts will keep. | |
There are friends I will make | |
and bonds I will break | |
as the seasons roll by | |
and we build our own sky. | |
In my heart I will wait | |
by the stony gate | |
and the little one | |
in my arms will sleep. | |
And the stars in your sky | |
are the stars in mine | |
and both prisoners | |
of this life are we. | |
Through the same troubled waters | |
we carry our time, | |
you and the convicts and me. | |
There' s a good thing to know | |
on the outside or in, | |
to answer not where | |
but just who I am. | |
Because the stars in your sky | |
are the stars in mine | |
and both prisoners | |
of this life are we. | |
And the hills that you know | |
will remain for you | |
and the little willow green | |
will stand firm. | |
The flowers that we planted | |
through the seasons past | |
will all bloom | |
on the day you return. | |
To a baby at play | |
all a mother can say, | |
he' ll return on the wind | |
to our hearts, and till then | |
I will sit and I' ll wait | |
by the stony gate | |
and the little one | |
' neath the trees will dance. |