| 歌曲 | When The Music Starts To Play |
| 歌手 | The Incredible String Band |
| 专辑 | The Incredible String Band |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Heron | |
| All my life and it's been a short one; | |
| I've met the happy and the sad together. | |
| I chased the soft warm air that flew before me, | |
| And through the storm on wings of love, | |
| the song of life bore me. | |
| And when the music starts to play let e be around, (I said) | |
| When the music starts to play let me be around. | |
| Oh, can't you see how my heart soars high, | |
| When I hear that music. | |
| When the music starts to play let me be around. | |
| When sadness lays his cold fist on my shoulder, | |
| And pushes me in icy waters drowning, | |
| The gentle hand of music lifts me smiling, | |
| And through these sounds my heart takes bounds, | |
| I happy am. |
| zuo ci : Heron | |
| All my life and it' s been a short one | |
| I' ve met the happy and the sad together. | |
| I chased the soft warm air that flew before me, | |
| And through the storm on wings of love, | |
| the song of life bore me. | |
| And when the music starts to play let e be around, I said | |
| When the music starts to play let me be around. | |
| Oh, can' t you see how my heart soars high, | |
| When I hear that music. | |
| When the music starts to play let me be around. | |
| When sadness lays his cold fist on my shoulder, | |
| And pushes me in icy waters drowning, | |
| The gentle hand of music lifts me smiling, | |
| And through these sounds my heart takes bounds, | |
| I happy am. |
| zuò cí : Heron | |
| All my life and it' s been a short one | |
| I' ve met the happy and the sad together. | |
| I chased the soft warm air that flew before me, | |
| And through the storm on wings of love, | |
| the song of life bore me. | |
| And when the music starts to play let e be around, I said | |
| When the music starts to play let me be around. | |
| Oh, can' t you see how my heart soars high, | |
| When I hear that music. | |
| When the music starts to play let me be around. | |
| When sadness lays his cold fist on my shoulder, | |
| And pushes me in icy waters drowning, | |
| The gentle hand of music lifts me smiling, | |
| And through these sounds my heart takes bounds, | |
| I happy am. |