歌曲 | October To May |
歌手 | Dave Cousins |
专辑 | Two Weeks Last Summer |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Cousins | |
Cousins | |
Summer's gone come chill October days | |
We will stroll through russet trees | |
Through the fallen leaves of oak and sycamore | |
That carpet earth through harsh December freeze. | |
Fireworks and children with eyes that sparkle bright | |
In November's Guy Fawkes flames | |
Parents thinking of their forgotten years | |
As they join in with their children's games. | |
December brings nostalgic Santa Claus | |
Toys and shining Christmas trees | |
Families huddled round their open fires | |
As they wait for winter's grip to ease. | |
Seaside piers, iron girders gaunt and still | |
Gone the crowds of yesterday | |
Icy fingers in the sea at night | |
Sad and empty tears the first of May. |
zuo ci : Cousins | |
Cousins | |
Summer' s gone come chill October days | |
We will stroll through russet trees | |
Through the fallen leaves of oak and sycamore | |
That carpet earth through harsh December freeze. | |
Fireworks and children with eyes that sparkle bright | |
In November' s Guy Fawkes flames | |
Parents thinking of their forgotten years | |
As they join in with their children' s games. | |
December brings nostalgic Santa Claus | |
Toys and shining Christmas trees | |
Families huddled round their open fires | |
As they wait for winter' s grip to ease. | |
Seaside piers, iron girders gaunt and still | |
Gone the crowds of yesterday | |
Icy fingers in the sea at night | |
Sad and empty tears the first of May. |
zuò cí : Cousins | |
Cousins | |
Summer' s gone come chill October days | |
We will stroll through russet trees | |
Through the fallen leaves of oak and sycamore | |
That carpet earth through harsh December freeze. | |
Fireworks and children with eyes that sparkle bright | |
In November' s Guy Fawkes flames | |
Parents thinking of their forgotten years | |
As they join in with their children' s games. | |
December brings nostalgic Santa Claus | |
Toys and shining Christmas trees | |
Families huddled round their open fires | |
As they wait for winter' s grip to ease. | |
Seaside piers, iron girders gaunt and still | |
Gone the crowds of yesterday | |
Icy fingers in the sea at night | |
Sad and empty tears the first of May. |