Stones (Live) 歌词

	Stones ——《网络创世纪》主题歌
	Music by Iolo FitzOwen
	Created By Kiten
	Long ago ran the sun
	on a folk who had a dream
	And the heart
	and the will
	and the power.
	They moved earth;
	they carved stone;
	moulded hill and channeled stream.
	That we might stand on the wide
	plains of Wiltshire.
	Now men asked who they were,
	how they built and wonder why
	That they wrought standing stones
	of such size.
	What was done neath our shade?
	What was prayed neath our skies?
	As we stood on the wide
	plains of Wiltshire.
	Oh, what secrets we could tell
	if you'd listen and be still.
	Rid the stink and the noise
	from our skirts.
	But you haven't got the clue
	and perhaps you never will.
	Mute we stand on the cold
	plains of Wiltshire.
	Still we loom in the mists
	as the ages roll away
	And we say of our folk,
	"They are here!"
	That they built us and they died
	and you'll not be knowing why
	Save we stand on the bare
	plains of Wiltshire.

	Stones wang luo chuang shi ji zhu ti ge
	Music by Iolo FitzOwen
	Created By Kiten
	Long ago ran the sun
	on a folk who had a dream
	And the heart
	and the will
	and the power.
	They moved earth
	they carved stone
	moulded hill and channeled stream.
	That we might stand on the wide
	plains of Wiltshire.
	Now men asked who they were,
	how they built and wonder why
	That they wrought standing stones
	of such size.
	What was done neath our shade?
	What was prayed neath our skies?
	As we stood on the wide
	plains of Wiltshire.
	Oh, what secrets we could tell
	if you' d listen and be still.
	Rid the stink and the noise
	from our skirts.
	But you haven' t got the clue
	and perhaps you never will.
	Mute we stand on the cold
	plains of Wiltshire.
	Still we loom in the mists
	as the ages roll away
	And we say of our folk,
	" They are here!"
	That they built us and they died
	and you' ll not be knowing why
	Save we stand on the bare
	plains of Wiltshire.

	Stones wǎng luò chuàng shì jì zhǔ tí gē
	Music by Iolo FitzOwen
	Created By Kiten
	Long ago ran the sun
	on a folk who had a dream
	And the heart
	and the will
	and the power.
	They moved earth
	they carved stone
	moulded hill and channeled stream.
	That we might stand on the wide
	plains of Wiltshire.
	Now men asked who they were,
	how they built and wonder why
	That they wrought standing stones
	of such size.
	What was done neath our shade?
	What was prayed neath our skies?
	As we stood on the wide
	plains of Wiltshire.
	Oh, what secrets we could tell
	if you' d listen and be still.
	Rid the stink and the noise
	from our skirts.
	But you haven' t got the clue
	and perhaps you never will.
	Mute we stand on the cold
	plains of Wiltshire.
	Still we loom in the mists
	as the ages roll away
	And we say of our folk,
	" They are here!"
	That they built us and they died
	and you' ll not be knowing why
	Save we stand on the bare
	plains of Wiltshire.

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