歌曲 | Hot Buttered Rum |
歌手 | Mary Chapin Carpenter |
专辑 | Come Darkness, Come Light: Twelve Songs of Christmas |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Thompson | |
When chimney smoke hangs still and lowacross the stubbled fields of snow | |
And angry skies reach down and seizethe sorry blackened bones of trees | |
In the dead of winter when the silent snowbirds come | |
You're my sweet maple sugar, honey, hot buttered rum | |
When dreary | |
Christmas decorationsline the streets and filling stations | |
And dime store | |
Santas can't disguisetheir empty hands and empty eyes | |
In the dead of winter when the tinsel angels come | |
You're my sweet maple sugar, honey, hot buttered rum | |
When gloves and boots and woolen parkasbring cold comfort to the heartand bitter memories freeze the tongueand songs of love are left unsung | |
In the dead of winter when the cold feelings come | |
You're my sweet maple sugar, honey, hot buttered rum |
zuo qu : Thompson | |
When chimney smoke hangs still and lowacross the stubbled fields of snow | |
And angry skies reach down and seizethe sorry blackened bones of trees | |
In the dead of winter when the silent snowbirds come | |
You' re my sweet maple sugar, honey, hot buttered rum | |
When dreary | |
Christmas decorationsline the streets and filling stations | |
And dime store | |
Santas can' t disguisetheir empty hands and empty eyes | |
In the dead of winter when the tinsel angels come | |
You' re my sweet maple sugar, honey, hot buttered rum | |
When gloves and boots and woolen parkasbring cold comfort to the heartand bitter memories freeze the tongueand songs of love are left unsung | |
In the dead of winter when the cold feelings come | |
You' re my sweet maple sugar, honey, hot buttered rum |
zuò qǔ : Thompson | |
When chimney smoke hangs still and lowacross the stubbled fields of snow | |
And angry skies reach down and seizethe sorry blackened bones of trees | |
In the dead of winter when the silent snowbirds come | |
You' re my sweet maple sugar, honey, hot buttered rum | |
When dreary | |
Christmas decorationsline the streets and filling stations | |
And dime store | |
Santas can' t disguisetheir empty hands and empty eyes | |
In the dead of winter when the tinsel angels come | |
You' re my sweet maple sugar, honey, hot buttered rum | |
When gloves and boots and woolen parkasbring cold comfort to the heartand bitter memories freeze the tongueand songs of love are left unsung | |
In the dead of winter when the cold feelings come | |
You' re my sweet maple sugar, honey, hot buttered rum |