歌曲 | Sheep Season |
歌手 | Mellow Candle |
专辑 | Swaddling Songs |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Simonds, Williams, Williams | |
Winding up a hillside where the shepards roam | |
Counting their flocks in the gloaming | |
Shining the sea, | |
winking its light to the froth and the foam. | |
Chilling the air with his shady tread, | |
On came the wolf with surprise | |
Filling his eyes | |
with soft sapless creatures soon to be dead. | |
Hurry the shepard man wizened and olden | |
Go and wave your staff at him | |
He has come to bury you for claiming his fold. | |
Stillness came into the misty meadows | |
Down from the banks to the woodland | |
Clouds gather in skies, | |
giving their rains into mountains to flow. | |
Hurry the shepard man wizened and olden | |
Go and wave your staff at him | |
He has come to bury you for claiming his fold. |
zuo qu : Simonds, Williams, Williams | |
Winding up a hillside where the shepards roam | |
Counting their flocks in the gloaming | |
Shining the sea, | |
winking its light to the froth and the foam. | |
Chilling the air with his shady tread, | |
On came the wolf with surprise | |
Filling his eyes | |
with soft sapless creatures soon to be dead. | |
Hurry the shepard man wizened and olden | |
Go and wave your staff at him | |
He has come to bury you for claiming his fold. | |
Stillness came into the misty meadows | |
Down from the banks to the woodland | |
Clouds gather in skies, | |
giving their rains into mountains to flow. | |
Hurry the shepard man wizened and olden | |
Go and wave your staff at him | |
He has come to bury you for claiming his fold. |
zuò qǔ : Simonds, Williams, Williams | |
Winding up a hillside where the shepards roam | |
Counting their flocks in the gloaming | |
Shining the sea, | |
winking its light to the froth and the foam. | |
Chilling the air with his shady tread, | |
On came the wolf with surprise | |
Filling his eyes | |
with soft sapless creatures soon to be dead. | |
Hurry the shepard man wizened and olden | |
Go and wave your staff at him | |
He has come to bury you for claiming his fold. | |
Stillness came into the misty meadows | |
Down from the banks to the woodland | |
Clouds gather in skies, | |
giving their rains into mountains to flow. | |
Hurry the shepard man wizened and olden | |
Go and wave your staff at him | |
He has come to bury you for claiming his fold. |