歌曲 | And the Accordions Played |
歌手 | Runrig |
专辑 | Everything You See |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Hurren, MacDonald, MacDonald | |
See the bracken green on the hills | |
See the gifts of every summer | |
Suns sinking low in the long grass | |
Always rising and falling down | |
There’s bluebells growing under the trees | |
And I will be there in June | |
I will walk back down the river | |
To some unknown salvation | |
Taking me back again | |
Memories of the incomplete | |
The birch, the oak, the rowan | |
And the accordions down in the hall | |
By the riverside | |
As if God hadn’t happened at all | |
Stealing heaven from a moon-lit door | |
Taking me back down the railroad tracks | |
To get lost in it all | |
On young ploughed fields I kissed your eyes | |
A crown of songs around your head | |
And by the railings at the harbor wall | |
The radios played | |
Never thought I could look upon | |
Something so beautiful, so pure | |
Brighter than sun on snow | |
In some new enchanted garden | |
She said we’ve been here before | |
As the skies are slashed by flames | |
Our citadels come crashing down | |
A constant sea, a war of waves | |
Lay down your life for me | |
Lay down your love again | |
We’ll talk it over | |
And we’ll waken | |
Like kings some day | |
And the accordions played | |
And the accordions played |
zuo qu : Hurren, MacDonald, MacDonald | |
See the bracken green on the hills | |
See the gifts of every summer | |
Suns sinking low in the long grass | |
Always rising and falling down | |
There' s bluebells growing under the trees | |
And I will be there in June | |
I will walk back down the river | |
To some unknown salvation | |
Taking me back again | |
Memories of the incomplete | |
The birch, the oak, the rowan | |
And the accordions down in the hall | |
By the riverside | |
As if God hadn' t happened at all | |
Stealing heaven from a moonlit door | |
Taking me back down the railroad tracks | |
To get lost in it all | |
On young ploughed fields I kissed your eyes | |
A crown of songs around your head | |
And by the railings at the harbor wall | |
The radios played | |
Never thought I could look upon | |
Something so beautiful, so pure | |
Brighter than sun on snow | |
In some new enchanted garden | |
She said we' ve been here before | |
As the skies are slashed by flames | |
Our citadels come crashing down | |
A constant sea, a war of waves | |
Lay down your life for me | |
Lay down your love again | |
We' ll talk it over | |
And we' ll waken | |
Like kings some day | |
And the accordions played | |
And the accordions played |
zuò qǔ : Hurren, MacDonald, MacDonald | |
See the bracken green on the hills | |
See the gifts of every summer | |
Suns sinking low in the long grass | |
Always rising and falling down | |
There' s bluebells growing under the trees | |
And I will be there in June | |
I will walk back down the river | |
To some unknown salvation | |
Taking me back again | |
Memories of the incomplete | |
The birch, the oak, the rowan | |
And the accordions down in the hall | |
By the riverside | |
As if God hadn' t happened at all | |
Stealing heaven from a moonlit door | |
Taking me back down the railroad tracks | |
To get lost in it all | |
On young ploughed fields I kissed your eyes | |
A crown of songs around your head | |
And by the railings at the harbor wall | |
The radios played | |
Never thought I could look upon | |
Something so beautiful, so pure | |
Brighter than sun on snow | |
In some new enchanted garden | |
She said we' ve been here before | |
As the skies are slashed by flames | |
Our citadels come crashing down | |
A constant sea, a war of waves | |
Lay down your life for me | |
Lay down your love again | |
We' ll talk it over | |
And we' ll waken | |
Like kings some day | |
And the accordions played | |
And the accordions played |