Lonesome For A Place I Know 歌词

	作词 : Thorn, Watt
	So here we are in
	Italy With a sun hat and a dictionary.
	The air is warm, the sky is bright,
	Your arms are brown you're sleeping well at night.
	So why does
	England call?
	The hedgerows and the townhalls.
	After all, there'll soon be nothing left at all.
	If we were born outside of place and time,
	To make our choice, well this would be mine.
	To live and die under a sun that shines.
	But something pulls, something
	I can't define
	Tells me England calls, whatever she's done wrong.
	Always calls, "This is where you belong."
	And I'm lonesome for a place
	I know. Oh but
	Florence you tempt me (here) to stay,
	Amidst your hills to while my years away.
	But your roots in soil lie, mine in paving stone.
	And I hate what it's become, but in my bones
	I'm lonesome for a place
	I know. Why does
	England call?

	zuo ci : Thorn, Watt
	So here we are in
	Italy With a sun hat and a dictionary.
	The air is warm, the sky is bright,
	Your arms are brown you' re sleeping well at night.
	So why does
	England call?
	The hedgerows and the townhalls.
	After all, there' ll soon be nothing left at all.
	If we were born outside of place and time,
	To make our choice, well this would be mine.
	To live and die under a sun that shines.
	But something pulls, something
	I can' t define
	Tells me England calls, whatever she' s done wrong.
	Always calls, " This is where you belong."
	And I' m lonesome for a place
	I know. Oh but
	Florence you tempt me here to stay,
	Amidst your hills to while my years away.
	But your roots in soil lie, mine in paving stone.
	And I hate what it' s become, but in my bones
	I' m lonesome for a place
	I know. Why does
	England call?

	zuò cí : Thorn, Watt
	So here we are in
	Italy With a sun hat and a dictionary.
	The air is warm, the sky is bright,
	Your arms are brown you' re sleeping well at night.
	So why does
	England call?
	The hedgerows and the townhalls.
	After all, there' ll soon be nothing left at all.
	If we were born outside of place and time,
	To make our choice, well this would be mine.
	To live and die under a sun that shines.
	But something pulls, something
	I can' t define
	Tells me England calls, whatever she' s done wrong.
	Always calls, " This is where you belong."
	And I' m lonesome for a place
	I know. Oh but
	Florence you tempt me here to stay,
	Amidst your hills to while my years away.
	But your roots in soil lie, mine in paving stone.
	And I hate what it' s become, but in my bones
	I' m lonesome for a place
	I know. Why does
	England call?

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