作词 : Cotton | |
(paul cotton) | |
You've got your reasons | |
Like the seasons they change | |
Talking of pleasure | |
While enjoying the pain | |
And though it keeps you in the light | |
And all the words are said just right | |
There's still a cry in the night | |
Up on the mountain | |
Through the snow-covered hills | |
Taken for granted | |
You can get all your fill | |
And if i seem to look away | |
And turn the pages of the play | |
There are these things i have to say | |
I'm a springtime boy and i look | |
For the joy | |
Of a world in bloom could it come | |
Never too soon | |
And while the world is turning | |
And the sun is burning | |
Do you think in my yearning that | |
The journey is through | |
I can't leave it up to you | |
And though it keeps you in the light | |
And all the words are said just right | |
There's still a cry in the night |
zuo ci : Cotton | |
paul cotton | |
You' ve got your reasons | |
Like the seasons they change | |
Talking of pleasure | |
While enjoying the pain | |
And though it keeps you in the light | |
And all the words are said just right | |
There' s still a cry in the night | |
Up on the mountain | |
Through the snowcovered hills | |
Taken for granted | |
You can get all your fill | |
And if i seem to look away | |
And turn the pages of the play | |
There are these things i have to say | |
I' m a springtime boy and i look | |
For the joy | |
Of a world in bloom could it come | |
Never too soon | |
And while the world is turning | |
And the sun is burning | |
Do you think in my yearning that | |
The journey is through | |
I can' t leave it up to you | |
And though it keeps you in the light | |
And all the words are said just right | |
There' s still a cry in the night |
zuò cí : Cotton | |
paul cotton | |
You' ve got your reasons | |
Like the seasons they change | |
Talking of pleasure | |
While enjoying the pain | |
And though it keeps you in the light | |
And all the words are said just right | |
There' s still a cry in the night | |
Up on the mountain | |
Through the snowcovered hills | |
Taken for granted | |
You can get all your fill | |
And if i seem to look away | |
And turn the pages of the play | |
There are these things i have to say | |
I' m a springtime boy and i look | |
For the joy | |
Of a world in bloom could it come | |
Never too soon | |
And while the world is turning | |
And the sun is burning | |
Do you think in my yearning that | |
The journey is through | |
I can' t leave it up to you | |
And though it keeps you in the light | |
And all the words are said just right | |
There' s still a cry in the night |