| 歌曲 | Turning Round |
| 歌手 | Chris de Burgh |
| 专辑 | Far Beyond These Castle Walls |
| 作曲 : Chris De Burgh | |
| 作词 : DeBurgh | |
| Flying, I thought I'd never learn that flying | |
| I thought I'd spend my whole life trying | |
| For flying is that ancient art of keeping one foot on the ground... | |
| Lying, I thought I'd never keep from lying | |
| I thought I'd lose it all by sighing | |
| For lying is that ancient art of hiding words that will never be found | |
| Crying, I thought I'd never stop that crying | |
| I thought I'd always dream of dying | |
| For crying is that ancient art of weeping rivers into the ground | |
| Oh dying, I thought I'd never see that dying | |
| I thought I'd spend my whole life flying | |
| For dying is that ancient art of keeping one world turning round | |
| Sighing, I thought I'd never keep from sighing | |
| I thought I'd always be there crying | |
| For sighing is that ancient art of breathing sadness all around | |
| And trying, I thought I'd spend my seasons trying | |
| I thought I could stop myself from lying | |
| For trying is that ancient art of proving that the world is round | |
| Oh flying, oh oh | |
| Lying, oh oh | |
| Crying, oh oh | |
| Sighing, oh oh | |
| Trying, oh oh | |
| And dying, oh oh | |
| For dying is that ancient art of growing flowers in the ground | |
| Yes it is... |
| zuò qǔ : Chris De Burgh | |
| zuò cí : DeBurgh | |
| Flying, I thought I' d never learn that flying | |
| I thought I' d spend my whole life trying | |
| For flying is that ancient art of keeping one foot on the ground... | |
| Lying, I thought I' d never keep from lying | |
| I thought I' d lose it all by sighing | |
| For lying is that ancient art of hiding words that will never be found | |
| Crying, I thought I' d never stop that crying | |
| I thought I' d always dream of dying | |
| For crying is that ancient art of weeping rivers into the ground | |
| Oh dying, I thought I' d never see that dying | |
| I thought I' d spend my whole life flying | |
| For dying is that ancient art of keeping one world turning round | |
| Sighing, I thought I' d never keep from sighing | |
| I thought I' d always be there crying | |
| For sighing is that ancient art of breathing sadness all around | |
| And trying, I thought I' d spend my seasons trying | |
| I thought I could stop myself from lying | |
| For trying is that ancient art of proving that the world is round | |
| Oh flying, oh oh | |
| Lying, oh oh | |
| Crying, oh oh | |
| Sighing, oh oh | |
| Trying, oh oh | |
| And dying, oh oh | |
| For dying is that ancient art of growing flowers in the ground | |
| Yes it is... |