歌曲 | Fotheringay |
歌手 | Fairport Convention |
专辑 | Heyday - BBC Radio Sessions 1968-1969 |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Sandy Denny |
[00:01.00] | 作词 : Denny |
[00:14.84] | How often she has gazed from castle windows all |
[00:20.02] | And watched the daylight passing within her captive wall |
[00:24.89] | |
[00:26.07] | With no one to heed her call |
[00:30.69] | |
[00:39.49] | The evening hour is fading within the dwindling sun |
[00:43.43] | |
[00:44.73] | And in a lonely moment, those embers will be gone |
[00:49.23] | |
[00:50.85] | And the last of all the young birds flown |
[00:55.72] | |
[01:03.77] | Her days of precious freedom, forfeited long before |
[01:08.82] | |
[01:09.57] | To live such fruitless years behind a guarded door |
[01:14.50] | |
[01:15.62] | But those days will last no more |
[01:21.45] | |
[02:13.93] | Tomorrow, at this hour, she will be far away |
[02:19.86] | |
[02:20.86] | Much farther than these islands, for the lonely Fotheringay |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Sandy Denny |
[00:01.00] | zuo ci : Denny |
[00:14.84] | How often she has gazed from castle windows all |
[00:20.02] | And watched the daylight passing within her captive wall |
[00:24.89] | |
[00:26.07] | With no one to heed her call |
[00:30.69] | |
[00:39.49] | The evening hour is fading within the dwindling sun |
[00:43.43] | |
[00:44.73] | And in a lonely moment, those embers will be gone |
[00:49.23] | |
[00:50.85] | And the last of all the young birds flown |
[00:55.72] | |
[01:03.77] | Her days of precious freedom, forfeited long before |
[01:08.82] | |
[01:09.57] | To live such fruitless years behind a guarded door |
[01:14.50] | |
[01:15.62] | But those days will last no more |
[01:21.45] | |
[02:13.93] | Tomorrow, at this hour, she will be far away |
[02:19.86] | |
[02:20.86] | Much farther than these islands, for the lonely Fotheringay |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Sandy Denny |
[00:01.00] | zuò cí : Denny |
[00:14.84] | How often she has gazed from castle windows all |
[00:20.02] | And watched the daylight passing within her captive wall |
[00:24.89] | |
[00:26.07] | With no one to heed her call |
[00:30.69] | |
[00:39.49] | The evening hour is fading within the dwindling sun |
[00:43.43] | |
[00:44.73] | And in a lonely moment, those embers will be gone |
[00:49.23] | |
[00:50.85] | And the last of all the young birds flown |
[00:55.72] | |
[01:03.77] | Her days of precious freedom, forfeited long before |
[01:08.82] | |
[01:09.57] | To live such fruitless years behind a guarded door |
[01:14.50] | |
[01:15.62] | But those days will last no more |
[01:21.45] | |
[02:13.93] | Tomorrow, at this hour, she will be far away |
[02:19.86] | |
[02:20.86] | Much farther than these islands, for the lonely Fotheringay |