歌曲 | The News From Spain |
歌手 | Al Stewart |
专辑 | Orange |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Stewart | |
I have heard the news from | |
Spain Now you say you've many things yet to be learning | |
And you don't know if or when you'll be returning | |
It depends on how | |
Everything works out | |
If it can somehow | |
In Carvajal | |
And I have heard the news from | |
Spain Now you've found someone you don't have to be tied to | |
And he dried your eyes, and later he lay beside you | |
As the simple wine | |
Of the flow of time | |
Pulled us out of rhyme | |
In Carvajal | |
Into a taxi and down to the airport | |
In only the clothes | |
I was standing in | |
A scribbled address, a toothbrush, a passport | |
The money we saved in the biscuit tin | |
Running afraid to a strange | |
Spanish town | |
Searching the sands and the shoreline... | |
And I have heard the news from | |
Spain Now the | |
Winter winds possess the | |
Southern reaches | |
And the sea folds like a mantle on the beaches | |
And the crowds have gone | |
And I've left my song | |
To be killed alone | |
In Carvajal | |
In Carvajal | |
In Carvajal |
zuo ci : Stewart | |
I have heard the news from | |
Spain Now you say you' ve many things yet to be learning | |
And you don' t know if or when you' ll be returning | |
It depends on how | |
Everything works out | |
If it can somehow | |
In Carvajal | |
And I have heard the news from | |
Spain Now you' ve found someone you don' t have to be tied to | |
And he dried your eyes, and later he lay beside you | |
As the simple wine | |
Of the flow of time | |
Pulled us out of rhyme | |
In Carvajal | |
Into a taxi and down to the airport | |
In only the clothes | |
I was standing in | |
A scribbled address, a toothbrush, a passport | |
The money we saved in the biscuit tin | |
Running afraid to a strange | |
Spanish town | |
Searching the sands and the shoreline... | |
And I have heard the news from | |
Spain Now the | |
Winter winds possess the | |
Southern reaches | |
And the sea folds like a mantle on the beaches | |
And the crowds have gone | |
And I' ve left my song | |
To be killed alone | |
In Carvajal | |
In Carvajal | |
In Carvajal |
zuò cí : Stewart | |
I have heard the news from | |
Spain Now you say you' ve many things yet to be learning | |
And you don' t know if or when you' ll be returning | |
It depends on how | |
Everything works out | |
If it can somehow | |
In Carvajal | |
And I have heard the news from | |
Spain Now you' ve found someone you don' t have to be tied to | |
And he dried your eyes, and later he lay beside you | |
As the simple wine | |
Of the flow of time | |
Pulled us out of rhyme | |
In Carvajal | |
Into a taxi and down to the airport | |
In only the clothes | |
I was standing in | |
A scribbled address, a toothbrush, a passport | |
The money we saved in the biscuit tin | |
Running afraid to a strange | |
Spanish town | |
Searching the sands and the shoreline... | |
And I have heard the news from | |
Spain Now the | |
Winter winds possess the | |
Southern reaches | |
And the sea folds like a mantle on the beaches | |
And the crowds have gone | |
And I' ve left my song | |
To be killed alone | |
In Carvajal | |
In Carvajal | |
In Carvajal |