Cold February 歌词

	作词 : Williamson
	As I beside some winter's fire
	Sat writing words strange and steady
	Amongst my own internal choir
	Came voices to my mind unready
	Of those who died on either side
	While friends cry o're their bones unburied
	Go sighing through the north east winds
	These cold days of February
	Some clerk with papers and his pen
	Some banker with his poison pity
	Some captain careless of his men
	These fan the flames that maim the cities
	And bigots in the name of Christ
	By thorny paths obscure and muddy
	Can fear to roam through years of cold
	Bewailing how their hands are bloody
	Whether they were from here or there
	Their race and place I would not be heeding
	The men who caused such bitterness
	If hearts they have let their hearts be bleeding
	Who neither for age nor the young child
	Would turn the shot of the arms they carried
	Go bear the guilt a weary ways
	For the cold days of February

	zuo ci : Williamson
	As I beside some winter' s fire
	Sat writing words strange and steady
	Amongst my own internal choir
	Came voices to my mind unready
	Of those who died on either side
	While friends cry o' re their bones unburied
	Go sighing through the north east winds
	These cold days of February
	Some clerk with papers and his pen
	Some banker with his poison pity
	Some captain careless of his men
	These fan the flames that maim the cities
	And bigots in the name of Christ
	By thorny paths obscure and muddy
	Can fear to roam through years of cold
	Bewailing how their hands are bloody
	Whether they were from here or there
	Their race and place I would not be heeding
	The men who caused such bitterness
	If hearts they have let their hearts be bleeding
	Who neither for age nor the young child
	Would turn the shot of the arms they carried
	Go bear the guilt a weary ways
	For the cold days of February

	zuò cí : Williamson
	As I beside some winter' s fire
	Sat writing words strange and steady
	Amongst my own internal choir
	Came voices to my mind unready
	Of those who died on either side
	While friends cry o' re their bones unburied
	Go sighing through the north east winds
	These cold days of February
	Some clerk with papers and his pen
	Some banker with his poison pity
	Some captain careless of his men
	These fan the flames that maim the cities
	And bigots in the name of Christ
	By thorny paths obscure and muddy
	Can fear to roam through years of cold
	Bewailing how their hands are bloody
	Whether they were from here or there
	Their race and place I would not be heeding
	The men who caused such bitterness
	If hearts they have let their hearts be bleeding
	Who neither for age nor the young child
	Would turn the shot of the arms they carried
	Go bear the guilt a weary ways
	For the cold days of February

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