歌曲 | Follow the Heron |
歌手 | Cathie Ryan |
专辑 | The Farthest Wave |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Polwart | |
The back of the winter is broken | |
And light lingers long by the door | |
The seeds of the summer have spoken | |
In gowans that bloom on the shore | |
By night and day we'll sport and we'll play | |
And delight as the dawn dances over the bay | |
Sleep blows the breath of the morning away | |
And we follow the heron home | |
In darkness we cradled our sorrow | |
And stoked all our fires with fear | |
These bones that lie empty and hollow | |
Are ready for gladness to cheer | |
By night and day we'll sport and we'll play | |
And delight as the dawn dances over the bay | |
Sleep blows the breath of the morning away | |
And we follow the heron home | |
Long may you sing of the salmon | |
And the snow-scented sound of your home | |
While the north wind delivers its sermon | |
Of ice and salt water and stone | |
By night and day we'll sport and we'll play | |
And delight as the dawn dances over the bay | |
Sleep blows the breath of the morning away | |
And we follow | |
By night and day we'll sport and we'll play | |
And delight as the dawn dances over the bay | |
Sleep blows the breath of the morning away | |
And we follow the heron home |
zuo ci : Polwart | |
The back of the winter is broken | |
And light lingers long by the door | |
The seeds of the summer have spoken | |
In gowans that bloom on the shore | |
By night and day we' ll sport and we' ll play | |
And delight as the dawn dances over the bay | |
Sleep blows the breath of the morning away | |
And we follow the heron home | |
In darkness we cradled our sorrow | |
And stoked all our fires with fear | |
These bones that lie empty and hollow | |
Are ready for gladness to cheer | |
By night and day we' ll sport and we' ll play | |
And delight as the dawn dances over the bay | |
Sleep blows the breath of the morning away | |
And we follow the heron home | |
Long may you sing of the salmon | |
And the snowscented sound of your home | |
While the north wind delivers its sermon | |
Of ice and salt water and stone | |
By night and day we' ll sport and we' ll play | |
And delight as the dawn dances over the bay | |
Sleep blows the breath of the morning away | |
And we follow | |
By night and day we' ll sport and we' ll play | |
And delight as the dawn dances over the bay | |
Sleep blows the breath of the morning away | |
And we follow the heron home |
zuò cí : Polwart | |
The back of the winter is broken | |
And light lingers long by the door | |
The seeds of the summer have spoken | |
In gowans that bloom on the shore | |
By night and day we' ll sport and we' ll play | |
And delight as the dawn dances over the bay | |
Sleep blows the breath of the morning away | |
And we follow the heron home | |
In darkness we cradled our sorrow | |
And stoked all our fires with fear | |
These bones that lie empty and hollow | |
Are ready for gladness to cheer | |
By night and day we' ll sport and we' ll play | |
And delight as the dawn dances over the bay | |
Sleep blows the breath of the morning away | |
And we follow the heron home | |
Long may you sing of the salmon | |
And the snowscented sound of your home | |
While the north wind delivers its sermon | |
Of ice and salt water and stone | |
By night and day we' ll sport and we' ll play | |
And delight as the dawn dances over the bay | |
Sleep blows the breath of the morning away | |
And we follow | |
By night and day we' ll sport and we' ll play | |
And delight as the dawn dances over the bay | |
Sleep blows the breath of the morning away | |
And we follow the heron home |