| 歌曲 | For Absent Friends |
| 歌手 | Genesis |
| 专辑 | Genesis 1970-1975 |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Written:Banks/Collins/Gabriel/Hackett/Rutherford | |
| Sunday at six when they close both the gates | |
| a widowed pair, | |
| still sitting there, | |
| Wonder if they're late for church | |
| and it's cold, so they fasten their coats | |
| and cross the grass, they're always last. | |
| Passing by the padlocked swings, | |
| the roundabout still turning, | |
| ahead they see a small girl | |
| on her way home with a pram. | |
| Inside the archway, | |
| the priest greets them with a courteous nod. | |
| He's close to God. | |
| Looking back at days of four instead of two. | |
| Years seem so few (four instead of two). | |
| Heads bent in prayer | |
| for friends not there. | |
| Leaving twopence on the plate, | |
| they hurry down the path and through the gate | |
| and wait to board the bus | |
| that ambles down the street. |
| Written: Banks Collins Gabriel Hackett Rutherford | |
| Sunday at six when they close both the gates | |
| a widowed pair, | |
| still sitting there, | |
| Wonder if they' re late for church | |
| and it' s cold, so they fasten their coats | |
| and cross the grass, they' re always last. | |
| Passing by the padlocked swings, | |
| the roundabout still turning, | |
| ahead they see a small girl | |
| on her way home with a pram. | |
| Inside the archway, | |
| the priest greets them with a courteous nod. | |
| He' s close to God. | |
| Looking back at days of four instead of two. | |
| Years seem so few four instead of two. | |
| Heads bent in prayer | |
| for friends not there. | |
| Leaving twopence on the plate, | |
| they hurry down the path and through the gate | |
| and wait to board the bus | |
| that ambles down the street. |
| Written: Banks Collins Gabriel Hackett Rutherford | |
| Sunday at six when they close both the gates | |
| a widowed pair, | |
| still sitting there, | |
| Wonder if they' re late for church | |
| and it' s cold, so they fasten their coats | |
| and cross the grass, they' re always last. | |
| Passing by the padlocked swings, | |
| the roundabout still turning, | |
| ahead they see a small girl | |
| on her way home with a pram. | |
| Inside the archway, | |
| the priest greets them with a courteous nod. | |
| He' s close to God. | |
| Looking back at days of four instead of two. | |
| Years seem so few four instead of two. | |
| Heads bent in prayer | |
| for friends not there. | |
| Leaving twopence on the plate, | |
| they hurry down the path and through the gate | |
| and wait to board the bus | |
| that ambles down the street. |