歌曲 | Sticks That Made Thunder |
歌手 | The SteelDrivers |
专辑 | The Steeldrivers |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
My roots are deeper than the bones the others | |
my colors they change with the sun | |
my branches we’re higher than anything on the hillside | |
on the day that I watched them all come | |
Some wear the color of the sky in the winter | |
some we’re as blue as the night | |
they came like a storm with the light of the morn | |
and they fell thru the whole day and night | |
Colors flew high and they danced in the sky | |
as I watched them come over the hill | |
then to my wonder sticks that made thunder | |
such a great number lay still | |
When the light came again there was death on the wind | |
as the buzzards made way for the worms | |
and the little white trees that don’t bend in the breeze | |
for the ones that will never return | |
The colors flew high and they danced in the sky | |
as I watched them come over the hill | |
then to my wonder sticks that made thunder | |
such a great number lay still | |
Those that have fallen they come when I call them | |
and answer the best that they can | |
but all they can see is what they used to be | |
and that’s all that they understand | |
The colors flew high and they danced in the sky | |
as I watched them come over the hill | |
then to my wonder sticks that made thunder | |
such a great number lay still | |
Colors flew high and they danced in the sky | |
as I watched them come over the hill | |
then to my wonder sticks that made thunder | |
such a great number lay still |
My roots are deeper than the bones the others | |
my colors they change with the sun | |
my branches we' re higher than anything on the hillside | |
on the day that I watched them all come | |
Some wear the color of the sky in the winter | |
some we' re as blue as the night | |
they came like a storm with the light of the morn | |
and they fell thru the whole day and night | |
Colors flew high and they danced in the sky | |
as I watched them come over the hill | |
then to my wonder sticks that made thunder | |
such a great number lay still | |
When the light came again there was death on the wind | |
as the buzzards made way for the worms | |
and the little white trees that don' t bend in the breeze | |
for the ones that will never return | |
The colors flew high and they danced in the sky | |
as I watched them come over the hill | |
then to my wonder sticks that made thunder | |
such a great number lay still | |
Those that have fallen they come when I call them | |
and answer the best that they can | |
but all they can see is what they used to be | |
and that' s all that they understand | |
The colors flew high and they danced in the sky | |
as I watched them come over the hill | |
then to my wonder sticks that made thunder | |
such a great number lay still | |
Colors flew high and they danced in the sky | |
as I watched them come over the hill | |
then to my wonder sticks that made thunder | |
such a great number lay still |
My roots are deeper than the bones the others | |
my colors they change with the sun | |
my branches we' re higher than anything on the hillside | |
on the day that I watched them all come | |
Some wear the color of the sky in the winter | |
some we' re as blue as the night | |
they came like a storm with the light of the morn | |
and they fell thru the whole day and night | |
Colors flew high and they danced in the sky | |
as I watched them come over the hill | |
then to my wonder sticks that made thunder | |
such a great number lay still | |
When the light came again there was death on the wind | |
as the buzzards made way for the worms | |
and the little white trees that don' t bend in the breeze | |
for the ones that will never return | |
The colors flew high and they danced in the sky | |
as I watched them come over the hill | |
then to my wonder sticks that made thunder | |
such a great number lay still | |
Those that have fallen they come when I call them | |
and answer the best that they can | |
but all they can see is what they used to be | |
and that' s all that they understand | |
The colors flew high and they danced in the sky | |
as I watched them come over the hill | |
then to my wonder sticks that made thunder | |
such a great number lay still | |
Colors flew high and they danced in the sky | |
as I watched them come over the hill | |
then to my wonder sticks that made thunder | |
such a great number lay still |