歌曲 | The Bluebell Man |
歌手 | Charlie Landsborough |
专辑 | Smile |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
He’s the bluebell man | |
And he walks in dreams | |
What the world rejects | |
He alone redeems | |
Followin the light | |
No one else can see | |
Faithful to himself | |
Needs nobody else to set him free | |
He’s the bluebell man | |
He’s the bluebell man | |
And his colours dance | |
He can catch the sun with a passing glance | |
How can he see further than the rest | |
Does his heart hold secret’s | |
That our minds cannot digest | |
He’s the bluebell man | |
Turnin circles | |
Carousels of thought | |
Can’t remember | |
All the things he taught me with his heart | |
He’s the bluebell man | |
And his life’s a song | |
That’s clear and true | |
In a world gone wrong | |
He can see the fire | |
That lives inside the spark | |
He’ll looks at the stars | |
While we are complain of the dark | |
He’s the bluebell man | |
In my heart | |
He dances still | |
Far away On another hill | |
Everyday his words still fill my life | |
He’s the bluebell man | |
And his mind is his own | |
And he walks among | |
But he walks alone | |
Listenin to the secrets | |
Of every wind that blows | |
Pickin up the sounds | |
That everybody hears | |
But no one knows | |
He’s the bluebell man | |
He’s the bluebell man | |
And he’ll never die | |
He’ll just sail away | |
And the moon is high | |
Everywhere he’s been | |
He’ll leave a trace | |
Of warmth in some ones heart | |
Or a smile upon their face | |
He’s the bluebell man | |
He’s the bluebell man | |
Bluebell man |
He' s the bluebell man | |
And he walks in dreams | |
What the world rejects | |
He alone redeems | |
Followin the light | |
No one else can see | |
Faithful to himself | |
Needs nobody else to set him free | |
He' s the bluebell man | |
He' s the bluebell man | |
And his colours dance | |
He can catch the sun with a passing glance | |
How can he see further than the rest | |
Does his heart hold secret' s | |
That our minds cannot digest | |
He' s the bluebell man | |
Turnin circles | |
Carousels of thought | |
Can' t remember | |
All the things he taught me with his heart | |
He' s the bluebell man | |
And his life' s a song | |
That' s clear and true | |
In a world gone wrong | |
He can see the fire | |
That lives inside the spark | |
He' ll looks at the stars | |
While we are complain of the dark | |
He' s the bluebell man | |
In my heart | |
He dances still | |
Far away On another hill | |
Everyday his words still fill my life | |
He' s the bluebell man | |
And his mind is his own | |
And he walks among | |
But he walks alone | |
Listenin to the secrets | |
Of every wind that blows | |
Pickin up the sounds | |
That everybody hears | |
But no one knows | |
He' s the bluebell man | |
He' s the bluebell man | |
And he' ll never die | |
He' ll just sail away | |
And the moon is high | |
Everywhere he' s been | |
He' ll leave a trace | |
Of warmth in some ones heart | |
Or a smile upon their face | |
He' s the bluebell man | |
He' s the bluebell man | |
Bluebell man |
He' s the bluebell man | |
And he walks in dreams | |
What the world rejects | |
He alone redeems | |
Followin the light | |
No one else can see | |
Faithful to himself | |
Needs nobody else to set him free | |
He' s the bluebell man | |
He' s the bluebell man | |
And his colours dance | |
He can catch the sun with a passing glance | |
How can he see further than the rest | |
Does his heart hold secret' s | |
That our minds cannot digest | |
He' s the bluebell man | |
Turnin circles | |
Carousels of thought | |
Can' t remember | |
All the things he taught me with his heart | |
He' s the bluebell man | |
And his life' s a song | |
That' s clear and true | |
In a world gone wrong | |
He can see the fire | |
That lives inside the spark | |
He' ll looks at the stars | |
While we are complain of the dark | |
He' s the bluebell man | |
In my heart | |
He dances still | |
Far away On another hill | |
Everyday his words still fill my life | |
He' s the bluebell man | |
And his mind is his own | |
And he walks among | |
But he walks alone | |
Listenin to the secrets | |
Of every wind that blows | |
Pickin up the sounds | |
That everybody hears | |
But no one knows | |
He' s the bluebell man | |
He' s the bluebell man | |
And he' ll never die | |
He' ll just sail away | |
And the moon is high | |
Everywhere he' s been | |
He' ll leave a trace | |
Of warmth in some ones heart | |
Or a smile upon their face | |
He' s the bluebell man | |
He' s the bluebell man | |
Bluebell man |