As I Waved Goodbye 歌词

歌曲	As I Waved Goodbye
歌手	Luka Bloom
专辑	Between the Mountain and the Moon
下载	Image LRC TXT

	作词 : Bloom
	There's an ancient place, it's a city of grace
	Where I lived as in a dream
	Where the elders prayed and the children played
	By the mountainside and stream
	As I waved goodbye from the riverside
	It was too much to take in
	I could see the place, and imagine the face
	Of the young Tibetan God-King
	It's a bad old wind, should no good begin
	From a hurt that has been done
	When the line was crossed and the land was lost
	Oh, the holy exiled ones
	As I waved goodbye from the riverside
	It was too much to take in
	I could see the place, and imagine the face
	Of the young Tibetan God-King
	I can hear the cry of the geese that fly
	Between the mountain and the moon
	And the flags that blow in Himalayan snow
	Are carried like a haunting tune
	As I waved goodbye from the riverside
	It was too much to take in
	I could see the place, and imagine the face
	Of the young Tibetan God-King

	zuo ci : Bloom
	There' s an ancient place, it' s a city of grace
	Where I lived as in a dream
	Where the elders prayed and the children played
	By the mountainside and stream
	As I waved goodbye from the riverside
	It was too much to take in
	I could see the place, and imagine the face
	Of the young Tibetan GodKing
	It' s a bad old wind, should no good begin
	From a hurt that has been done
	When the line was crossed and the land was lost
	Oh, the holy exiled ones
	As I waved goodbye from the riverside
	It was too much to take in
	I could see the place, and imagine the face
	Of the young Tibetan GodKing
	I can hear the cry of the geese that fly
	Between the mountain and the moon
	And the flags that blow in Himalayan snow
	Are carried like a haunting tune
	As I waved goodbye from the riverside
	It was too much to take in
	I could see the place, and imagine the face
	Of the young Tibetan GodKing

	zuò cí : Bloom
	There' s an ancient place, it' s a city of grace
	Where I lived as in a dream
	Where the elders prayed and the children played
	By the mountainside and stream
	As I waved goodbye from the riverside
	It was too much to take in
	I could see the place, and imagine the face
	Of the young Tibetan GodKing
	It' s a bad old wind, should no good begin
	From a hurt that has been done
	When the line was crossed and the land was lost
	Oh, the holy exiled ones
	As I waved goodbye from the riverside
	It was too much to take in
	I could see the place, and imagine the face
	Of the young Tibetan GodKing
	I can hear the cry of the geese that fly
	Between the mountain and the moon
	And the flags that blow in Himalayan snow
	Are carried like a haunting tune
	As I waved goodbye from the riverside
	It was too much to take in
	I could see the place, and imagine the face
	Of the young Tibetan GodKing

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