歌曲 | Big Canoe |
歌手 | Tim Finn |
专辑 | The Big Canoe |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Brock, Finn | |
Hurled me a rope around the sun | |
Pulled her hot through the distant day | |
Cast the nets out into the blue | |
Caught me the islands fresh with spray | |
Then I came to the virgin rocks and sandbars | |
Shored the boats from the dancing waters | |
There in the shadow of the Tokelau hills | |
Burned me the fish for the moon gods daughter | |
Big canoe, oh, cut me through, oh | |
Thin white cloud of the Archipelago | |
Eye of the hunter on the shadow trail | |
Caught me the eel in the mountain stream | |
Marked the spot where the Moa fell | |
Sweat on the hands of my giant dreams | |
Then we dragged the hardwood down to the shore | |
Feet for the huts in the river's mouth | |
Ploughed for the spice and the sweet potato | |
Build me the tribes of the distant south | |
We are the myths in the children's eyes | |
We are their hope when the future lies | |
The white ships came from tall lands far | |
Full of the sword and the crucifixion | |
I traded my heart for a tank of gas | |
On a road of tarmac with new intentions | |
Stared me up at the moon gods daughter | |
Laughed she did at the fat man's laws | |
Felt me the earth through three dollar shoes | |
Heard the roar of a thousand oars |
zuo ci : Brock, Finn | |
Hurled me a rope around the sun | |
Pulled her hot through the distant day | |
Cast the nets out into the blue | |
Caught me the islands fresh with spray | |
Then I came to the virgin rocks and sandbars | |
Shored the boats from the dancing waters | |
There in the shadow of the Tokelau hills | |
Burned me the fish for the moon gods daughter | |
Big canoe, oh, cut me through, oh | |
Thin white cloud of the Archipelago | |
Eye of the hunter on the shadow trail | |
Caught me the eel in the mountain stream | |
Marked the spot where the Moa fell | |
Sweat on the hands of my giant dreams | |
Then we dragged the hardwood down to the shore | |
Feet for the huts in the river' s mouth | |
Ploughed for the spice and the sweet potato | |
Build me the tribes of the distant south | |
We are the myths in the children' s eyes | |
We are their hope when the future lies | |
The white ships came from tall lands far | |
Full of the sword and the crucifixion | |
I traded my heart for a tank of gas | |
On a road of tarmac with new intentions | |
Stared me up at the moon gods daughter | |
Laughed she did at the fat man' s laws | |
Felt me the earth through three dollar shoes | |
Heard the roar of a thousand oars |
zuò cí : Brock, Finn | |
Hurled me a rope around the sun | |
Pulled her hot through the distant day | |
Cast the nets out into the blue | |
Caught me the islands fresh with spray | |
Then I came to the virgin rocks and sandbars | |
Shored the boats from the dancing waters | |
There in the shadow of the Tokelau hills | |
Burned me the fish for the moon gods daughter | |
Big canoe, oh, cut me through, oh | |
Thin white cloud of the Archipelago | |
Eye of the hunter on the shadow trail | |
Caught me the eel in the mountain stream | |
Marked the spot where the Moa fell | |
Sweat on the hands of my giant dreams | |
Then we dragged the hardwood down to the shore | |
Feet for the huts in the river' s mouth | |
Ploughed for the spice and the sweet potato | |
Build me the tribes of the distant south | |
We are the myths in the children' s eyes | |
We are their hope when the future lies | |
The white ships came from tall lands far | |
Full of the sword and the crucifixion | |
I traded my heart for a tank of gas | |
On a road of tarmac with new intentions | |
Stared me up at the moon gods daughter | |
Laughed she did at the fat man' s laws | |
Felt me the earth through three dollar shoes | |
Heard the roar of a thousand oars |