Last Time I Saw Her 歌词

	作词 : Adams, Baggot, Deamer, Jones ...
	The Last Time
	I Saw Her, ©1968 by
	Gordon Lightfoot
	The last time
	I saw her face
	Her eyes were bathed in starlight
	And her hair hung long
	The last time she spoke to me
	Her lips were like the scented flowers
	Inside a rain-drenched forest
	But that was so long ago that
	I can scarcely feel
	The way I felt before
	And if time could heal the wounds
	I would tear the threads away
	That I might bleed some more
	The last time
	I walked with her
	Her laughter was the steeple bells
	That ring to greet the morning sun
	A voice that called to everyone
	To love the ground she walked upon
	Those were good days
	The last time
	I held her hand
	Her touch was autumn, spring and summer
	And winter too
	The last time
	I let go of her
	She walked a way into the night
	I lost her in the misty streets
	A thousand months, a thousand years
	When other lips will kiss her eyes
	A million miles beyond the moon
	That's where she is
	But that was so long ago that
	I can scarcely feel
	The way I felt before
	And if time could heal the wounds
	I would tear the threads away
	That I might bleed some more
	The last time
	I saw her face
	Her eyes were bathed in starlight
	And she walked alone
	The last time she kissed my cheek
	Her lips were like the wilted leaves
	Upon the autumn covered hills
	Resting on the frozen ground
	The seeds of love lie cold and still
	Beneath a battered marking stone
	It lies forgotten

	zuo ci : Adams, Baggot, Deamer, Jones ...
	The Last Time
	I Saw Her, 1968 by
	Gordon Lightfoot
	The last time
	I saw her face
	Her eyes were bathed in starlight
	And her hair hung long
	The last time she spoke to me
	Her lips were like the scented flowers
	Inside a raindrenched forest
	But that was so long ago that
	I can scarcely feel
	The way I felt before
	And if time could heal the wounds
	I would tear the threads away
	That I might bleed some more
	The last time
	I walked with her
	Her laughter was the steeple bells
	That ring to greet the morning sun
	A voice that called to everyone
	To love the ground she walked upon
	Those were good days
	The last time
	I held her hand
	Her touch was autumn, spring and summer
	And winter too
	The last time
	I let go of her
	She walked a way into the night
	I lost her in the misty streets
	A thousand months, a thousand years
	When other lips will kiss her eyes
	A million miles beyond the moon
	That' s where she is
	But that was so long ago that
	I can scarcely feel
	The way I felt before
	And if time could heal the wounds
	I would tear the threads away
	That I might bleed some more
	The last time
	I saw her face
	Her eyes were bathed in starlight
	And she walked alone
	The last time she kissed my cheek
	Her lips were like the wilted leaves
	Upon the autumn covered hills
	Resting on the frozen ground
	The seeds of love lie cold and still
	Beneath a battered marking stone
	It lies forgotten

	zuò cí : Adams, Baggot, Deamer, Jones ...
	The Last Time
	I Saw Her, 1968 by
	Gordon Lightfoot
	The last time
	I saw her face
	Her eyes were bathed in starlight
	And her hair hung long
	The last time she spoke to me
	Her lips were like the scented flowers
	Inside a raindrenched forest
	But that was so long ago that
	I can scarcely feel
	The way I felt before
	And if time could heal the wounds
	I would tear the threads away
	That I might bleed some more
	The last time
	I walked with her
	Her laughter was the steeple bells
	That ring to greet the morning sun
	A voice that called to everyone
	To love the ground she walked upon
	Those were good days
	The last time
	I held her hand
	Her touch was autumn, spring and summer
	And winter too
	The last time
	I let go of her
	She walked a way into the night
	I lost her in the misty streets
	A thousand months, a thousand years
	When other lips will kiss her eyes
	A million miles beyond the moon
	That' s where she is
	But that was so long ago that
	I can scarcely feel
	The way I felt before
	And if time could heal the wounds
	I would tear the threads away
	That I might bleed some more
	The last time
	I saw her face
	Her eyes were bathed in starlight
	And she walked alone
	The last time she kissed my cheek
	Her lips were like the wilted leaves
	Upon the autumn covered hills
	Resting on the frozen ground
	The seeds of love lie cold and still
	Beneath a battered marking stone
	It lies forgotten

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