歌曲 | Cry of the Land |
歌手 | Skyclad |
专辑 | Jonah's Ark |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Ramsey, Walkyer | |
Vibrant and real | |
I lie Mantled by the open sky | |
The wind and waves my lullaby | |
I am the land. | |
Why do you view me with | |
Eyes unable to see | |
The beauty in all that is pure | |
When it's left to live free? | |
So hot the fires within my breast | |
Rock and steel can't stand their test | |
Yet songbirds in my green beard nest | |
I am the land. | |
That which is so strong and old | |
Cannot be bought or sold | |
Mine is the green and gold | |
Wealth without end. | |
Ruled by the ebb of my oceans | |
Slaves to the dusk and the dawn | |
Your petri - dish civilisations | |
Are buried and born. | |
I watch as you live | |
With your heads in the sand | |
Unable to hear the cry of the land. | |
I was once a ' | |
Happy Hunting | |
Ground' Then one day the eyes of science found | |
A blue - green planet | |
Spinning round a shining star. | |
The timeless giver of all life | |
Offered as a sacrifice | |
The priceless finds it's price | |
In the greed of man. | |
You bury your fears | |
And your heads in the sand | |
So you'll never hear the cry of the land. |
zuo ci : Ramsey, Walkyer | |
Vibrant and real | |
I lie Mantled by the open sky | |
The wind and waves my lullaby | |
I am the land. | |
Why do you view me with | |
Eyes unable to see | |
The beauty in all that is pure | |
When it' s left to live free? | |
So hot the fires within my breast | |
Rock and steel can' t stand their test | |
Yet songbirds in my green beard nest | |
I am the land. | |
That which is so strong and old | |
Cannot be bought or sold | |
Mine is the green and gold | |
Wealth without end. | |
Ruled by the ebb of my oceans | |
Slaves to the dusk and the dawn | |
Your petri dish civilisations | |
Are buried and born. | |
I watch as you live | |
With your heads in the sand | |
Unable to hear the cry of the land. | |
I was once a ' | |
Happy Hunting | |
Ground' Then one day the eyes of science found | |
A blue green planet | |
Spinning round a shining star. | |
The timeless giver of all life | |
Offered as a sacrifice | |
The priceless finds it' s price | |
In the greed of man. | |
You bury your fears | |
And your heads in the sand | |
So you' ll never hear the cry of the land. |
zuò cí : Ramsey, Walkyer | |
Vibrant and real | |
I lie Mantled by the open sky | |
The wind and waves my lullaby | |
I am the land. | |
Why do you view me with | |
Eyes unable to see | |
The beauty in all that is pure | |
When it' s left to live free? | |
So hot the fires within my breast | |
Rock and steel can' t stand their test | |
Yet songbirds in my green beard nest | |
I am the land. | |
That which is so strong and old | |
Cannot be bought or sold | |
Mine is the green and gold | |
Wealth without end. | |
Ruled by the ebb of my oceans | |
Slaves to the dusk and the dawn | |
Your petri dish civilisations | |
Are buried and born. | |
I watch as you live | |
With your heads in the sand | |
Unable to hear the cry of the land. | |
I was once a ' | |
Happy Hunting | |
Ground' Then one day the eyes of science found | |
A blue green planet | |
Spinning round a shining star. | |
The timeless giver of all life | |
Offered as a sacrifice | |
The priceless finds it' s price | |
In the greed of man. | |
You bury your fears | |
And your heads in the sand | |
So you' ll never hear the cry of the land. |