歌曲 | Pilgrims Progress |
歌手 | Procol Harum |
专辑 | 30th Anniversary Anthology |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Fisher, Reid | |
(Fisher / Reid) | |
I sat me down to write a simple story which maybe in the end became a song | |
In trying to find the words which might begin it | |
I found these were the thoughts | |
I brought along | |
At first I took my weight to be an anchor and gathered up my fears to guide me round but then | |
I clearly saw my own delusion and found my struggles further bogged me down | |
In starting out | |
I thought to go exploring and set my foot upon the nearest road | |
In vain I looked to find the promised turning but only saw how far | |
I was from home | |
In searching | |
I forsook the paths of learning and sought instead to find some pirate's gold | |
In fighting | |
I did hurt those dearest to me and still no hidden truths could | |
I unfold I sat me down to write a simple story which maybe in the end became a song | |
The words have all been writ by one before me | |
We're taking turns in trying to pass them on | |
Oh, we're taking turns in trying to pass them on |
zuo ci : Fisher, Reid | |
Fisher Reid | |
I sat me down to write a simple story which maybe in the end became a song | |
In trying to find the words which might begin it | |
I found these were the thoughts | |
I brought along | |
At first I took my weight to be an anchor and gathered up my fears to guide me round but then | |
I clearly saw my own delusion and found my struggles further bogged me down | |
In starting out | |
I thought to go exploring and set my foot upon the nearest road | |
In vain I looked to find the promised turning but only saw how far | |
I was from home | |
In searching | |
I forsook the paths of learning and sought instead to find some pirate' s gold | |
In fighting | |
I did hurt those dearest to me and still no hidden truths could | |
I unfold I sat me down to write a simple story which maybe in the end became a song | |
The words have all been writ by one before me | |
We' re taking turns in trying to pass them on | |
Oh, we' re taking turns in trying to pass them on |
zuò cí : Fisher, Reid | |
Fisher Reid | |
I sat me down to write a simple story which maybe in the end became a song | |
In trying to find the words which might begin it | |
I found these were the thoughts | |
I brought along | |
At first I took my weight to be an anchor and gathered up my fears to guide me round but then | |
I clearly saw my own delusion and found my struggles further bogged me down | |
In starting out | |
I thought to go exploring and set my foot upon the nearest road | |
In vain I looked to find the promised turning but only saw how far | |
I was from home | |
In searching | |
I forsook the paths of learning and sought instead to find some pirate' s gold | |
In fighting | |
I did hurt those dearest to me and still no hidden truths could | |
I unfold I sat me down to write a simple story which maybe in the end became a song | |
The words have all been writ by one before me | |
We' re taking turns in trying to pass them on | |
Oh, we' re taking turns in trying to pass them on |