作曲 : MacDonald, MacDonald | |
On a long dark loch | |
On a Uist moor | |
Before the winter turned | |
We watched the circle round the moon | |
And the storm clouds gather round | |
So I turned to you | |
But you were gone | |
So I turned for home alone | |
Over last year's rotting corn I walked | |
Where the harvest winds had blown | |
The Blinding Lines | |
Have turned away | |
Shadows from your door | |
And my worn heart | |
Is young today | |
This darkest winter gone | |
Where the darkness whines | |
On an eerie wind | |
In the hour before the dawn | |
We scanned this wasted land for life | |
All seemed void and without form | |
So I turned to you | |
But you were gone | |
So I stood and watched alone | |
Where the doubtless clouds of firstlight formed | |
Their shapes across the soul | |
The Blinding Lines | |
Have turned away | |
Shadows from your door | |
And my worn heart | |
Is young today | |
This darkest winter gone | |
So I turned by collar | |
To the wind | |
And I asked myself in vain | |
Did I walk out there with you today | |
Or did I come alone? | |
But then I saw | |
A distant sight | |
A heart behind the grey | |
Come shining through the darkest sky | |
Establishing my way | |
The Blinding Lines | |
Have turned away | |
Shadows from your door | |
And my worn heart | |
Is young today | |
This darkest winter gone | |
The Blinding Lines | |
Have turned away | |
Shadows from your door | |
And my worn heart | |
Is young today | |
This darkest winter gone |
zuo qu : MacDonald, MacDonald | |
On a long dark loch | |
On a Uist moor | |
Before the winter turned | |
We watched the circle round the moon | |
And the storm clouds gather round | |
So I turned to you | |
But you were gone | |
So I turned for home alone | |
Over last year' s rotting corn I walked | |
Where the harvest winds had blown | |
The Blinding Lines | |
Have turned away | |
Shadows from your door | |
And my worn heart | |
Is young today | |
This darkest winter gone | |
Where the darkness whines | |
On an eerie wind | |
In the hour before the dawn | |
We scanned this wasted land for life | |
All seemed void and without form | |
So I turned to you | |
But you were gone | |
So I stood and watched alone | |
Where the doubtless clouds of firstlight formed | |
Their shapes across the soul | |
The Blinding Lines | |
Have turned away | |
Shadows from your door | |
And my worn heart | |
Is young today | |
This darkest winter gone | |
So I turned by collar | |
To the wind | |
And I asked myself in vain | |
Did I walk out there with you today | |
Or did I come alone? | |
But then I saw | |
A distant sight | |
A heart behind the grey | |
Come shining through the darkest sky | |
Establishing my way | |
The Blinding Lines | |
Have turned away | |
Shadows from your door | |
And my worn heart | |
Is young today | |
This darkest winter gone | |
The Blinding Lines | |
Have turned away | |
Shadows from your door | |
And my worn heart | |
Is young today | |
This darkest winter gone |
zuò qǔ : MacDonald, MacDonald | |
On a long dark loch | |
On a Uist moor | |
Before the winter turned | |
We watched the circle round the moon | |
And the storm clouds gather round | |
So I turned to you | |
But you were gone | |
So I turned for home alone | |
Over last year' s rotting corn I walked | |
Where the harvest winds had blown | |
The Blinding Lines | |
Have turned away | |
Shadows from your door | |
And my worn heart | |
Is young today | |
This darkest winter gone | |
Where the darkness whines | |
On an eerie wind | |
In the hour before the dawn | |
We scanned this wasted land for life | |
All seemed void and without form | |
So I turned to you | |
But you were gone | |
So I stood and watched alone | |
Where the doubtless clouds of firstlight formed | |
Their shapes across the soul | |
The Blinding Lines | |
Have turned away | |
Shadows from your door | |
And my worn heart | |
Is young today | |
This darkest winter gone | |
So I turned by collar | |
To the wind | |
And I asked myself in vain | |
Did I walk out there with you today | |
Or did I come alone? | |
But then I saw | |
A distant sight | |
A heart behind the grey | |
Come shining through the darkest sky | |
Establishing my way | |
The Blinding Lines | |
Have turned away | |
Shadows from your door | |
And my worn heart | |
Is young today | |
This darkest winter gone | |
The Blinding Lines | |
Have turned away | |
Shadows from your door | |
And my worn heart | |
Is young today | |
This darkest winter gone |