歌曲 | Land of the Bloody Unknown |
歌手 | The Middle East |
专辑 | I Want That You Are Always Happy |
There were letters unopened at the foot of my bed | |
When I woke up with you in the morn | |
There were lions roaring on ships in the harbour | |
The night my true love was born | |
There’s a minstrel singing of the holy dove | |
On the mountain of old St Jerome | |
There is glass on the floor of the hallway I walk | |
When the stars bear down from their throne | |
And the old southern cross is shown | |
And it points down the sad road home | |
To the land of the bloody unknown | |
I heard that your mother took off in the fall | |
With her pretty curls and her wooden spoon | |
I heard you whispering to yourself last night | |
She’ll be coming home some day soon | |
Well the wine you drink is stained deep in your shirt | |
And just like the sin in my soul | |
It is never ever ever ever coming out | |
While the stars bear down from their throne | |
And the old southern cross is shown | |
And it points down the sad road home | |
To the land of the hunter dancing under the trigger | |
And the bride washing up on the shore | |
I could never really dance that well | |
I can’t raise the flags or ring them bells | |
But I can shoot my gun down the line towards my home | |
To the land of the bloody unknown | |
There’s a black dog watching over me in my sleep | |
And I stir just to toss him the bone | |
There’s a red moon rising on the hills tonight | |
Where the stars bear down from their throne | |
And the old southern cross is shown | |
And it points down the sad road home |
There were letters unopened at the foot of my bed | |
When I woke up with you in the morn | |
There were lions roaring on ships in the harbour | |
The night my true love was born | |
There' s a minstrel singing of the holy dove | |
On the mountain of old St Jerome | |
There is glass on the floor of the hallway I walk | |
When the stars bear down from their throne | |
And the old southern cross is shown | |
And it points down the sad road home | |
To the land of the bloody unknown | |
I heard that your mother took off in the fall | |
With her pretty curls and her wooden spoon | |
I heard you whispering to yourself last night | |
She' ll be coming home some day soon | |
Well the wine you drink is stained deep in your shirt | |
And just like the sin in my soul | |
It is never ever ever ever coming out | |
While the stars bear down from their throne | |
And the old southern cross is shown | |
And it points down the sad road home | |
To the land of the hunter dancing under the trigger | |
And the bride washing up on the shore | |
I could never really dance that well | |
I can' t raise the flags or ring them bells | |
But I can shoot my gun down the line towards my home | |
To the land of the bloody unknown | |
There' s a black dog watching over me in my sleep | |
And I stir just to toss him the bone | |
There' s a red moon rising on the hills tonight | |
Where the stars bear down from their throne | |
And the old southern cross is shown | |
And it points down the sad road home |