歌曲 | Thirty Summers |
歌手 | Cowboy Junkies |
专辑 | The Caution Horses |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Timmins | |
Caught in the vice of heaven and earth | |
he turned his life into a cell | |
imprisoned by the doubts which hound us all | |
and those desires which we all know so well | |
His days he lost to promises, his nights he purged of dreams | |
and he would wake in the hours before sunrise | |
and dread the coming of the day | |
Never thought a man could become so desperate | |
never thought a life could lose so much hope | |
to be tearing at the roots around you | |
as if in manacles, or irons, or ropes | |
They say he told his children that all he taught was lost | |
that love and pride and honesty | |
were to be gained at too high a cost | |
It's been thirty summers that I've spent with him | |
and I expect thirty more to pass | |
he has blessed my life in so many ways | |
that I could never turn my back | |
But I need just one more reminder | |
of the man that he used to be | |
if he would just look deep into my eyes | |
and say it's in you my love that I will find the key |
zuo qu : Timmins | |
Caught in the vice of heaven and earth | |
he turned his life into a cell | |
imprisoned by the doubts which hound us all | |
and those desires which we all know so well | |
His days he lost to promises, his nights he purged of dreams | |
and he would wake in the hours before sunrise | |
and dread the coming of the day | |
Never thought a man could become so desperate | |
never thought a life could lose so much hope | |
to be tearing at the roots around you | |
as if in manacles, or irons, or ropes | |
They say he told his children that all he taught was lost | |
that love and pride and honesty | |
were to be gained at too high a cost | |
It' s been thirty summers that I' ve spent with him | |
and I expect thirty more to pass | |
he has blessed my life in so many ways | |
that I could never turn my back | |
But I need just one more reminder | |
of the man that he used to be | |
if he would just look deep into my eyes | |
and say it' s in you my love that I will find the key |
zuò qǔ : Timmins | |
Caught in the vice of heaven and earth | |
he turned his life into a cell | |
imprisoned by the doubts which hound us all | |
and those desires which we all know so well | |
His days he lost to promises, his nights he purged of dreams | |
and he would wake in the hours before sunrise | |
and dread the coming of the day | |
Never thought a man could become so desperate | |
never thought a life could lose so much hope | |
to be tearing at the roots around you | |
as if in manacles, or irons, or ropes | |
They say he told his children that all he taught was lost | |
that love and pride and honesty | |
were to be gained at too high a cost | |
It' s been thirty summers that I' ve spent with him | |
and I expect thirty more to pass | |
he has blessed my life in so many ways | |
that I could never turn my back | |
But I need just one more reminder | |
of the man that he used to be | |
if he would just look deep into my eyes | |
and say it' s in you my love that I will find the key |