歌曲 | Bells of Saint James |
歌手 | Kansas |
专辑 | In the Spirit of Things |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Morse, Walsh | |
Her letters gave me purpose | |
Her letters gave me pride | |
Armies far across the ocean | |
Guns and letters by our side | |
It was someone else's homeland | |
It was someone else's war | |
But at the line of the 38th parallel | |
It was her | |
I fought them for | |
Her victory garden grew from weeds and from stone | |
I smelled those flowers in my sleep | |
The day I left as we were standing alone | |
She swore to me those dreams would keep | |
And the bells of | |
St. James were ringing | |
The bells of | |
St. James were ringing down | |
Lifting the eyes of those homeward bound | |
I don't remember when those words changed | |
Like Kansas summer turns to fall | |
But she quit talking 'bout the future | |
Never mentioned dreams at all | |
I don't blame my enemies and | |
I don't blame my wife | |
For love fires that fleeted long ago | |
But when she wrote me about this change in her life | |
There was just one thing | |
I had to know | |
And the bells of | |
St. James were ringing | |
The bells of | |
St. James were ringing down | |
Lifting the eyes of those homeward bound |
zuo ci : Morse, Walsh | |
Her letters gave me purpose | |
Her letters gave me pride | |
Armies far across the ocean | |
Guns and letters by our side | |
It was someone else' s homeland | |
It was someone else' s war | |
But at the line of the 38th parallel | |
It was her | |
I fought them for | |
Her victory garden grew from weeds and from stone | |
I smelled those flowers in my sleep | |
The day I left as we were standing alone | |
She swore to me those dreams would keep | |
And the bells of | |
St. James were ringing | |
The bells of | |
St. James were ringing down | |
Lifting the eyes of those homeward bound | |
I don' t remember when those words changed | |
Like Kansas summer turns to fall | |
But she quit talking ' bout the future | |
Never mentioned dreams at all | |
I don' t blame my enemies and | |
I don' t blame my wife | |
For love fires that fleeted long ago | |
But when she wrote me about this change in her life | |
There was just one thing | |
I had to know | |
And the bells of | |
St. James were ringing | |
The bells of | |
St. James were ringing down | |
Lifting the eyes of those homeward bound |
zuò cí : Morse, Walsh | |
Her letters gave me purpose | |
Her letters gave me pride | |
Armies far across the ocean | |
Guns and letters by our side | |
It was someone else' s homeland | |
It was someone else' s war | |
But at the line of the 38th parallel | |
It was her | |
I fought them for | |
Her victory garden grew from weeds and from stone | |
I smelled those flowers in my sleep | |
The day I left as we were standing alone | |
She swore to me those dreams would keep | |
And the bells of | |
St. James were ringing | |
The bells of | |
St. James were ringing down | |
Lifting the eyes of those homeward bound | |
I don' t remember when those words changed | |
Like Kansas summer turns to fall | |
But she quit talking ' bout the future | |
Never mentioned dreams at all | |
I don' t blame my enemies and | |
I don' t blame my wife | |
For love fires that fleeted long ago | |
But when she wrote me about this change in her life | |
There was just one thing | |
I had to know | |
And the bells of | |
St. James were ringing | |
The bells of | |
St. James were ringing down | |
Lifting the eyes of those homeward bound |