| 歌曲 | Foolish Shepherd |
| 歌手 | Don Francisco |
| 专辑 | Vision Of The Valley |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Francisco | |
| The vision came unbidden, at an unexpected pass | |
| Where the winds of change blew colder | |
| Whippin' snow that cut like glass | |
| But like an old man in regret | |
| For foolish sins and wasted youth | |
| The scene that lay before me | |
| Had no beauty save its truth | |
| For the wind came down the mountains | |
| Never slowing, never still | |
| And the sheep were scattered shepherdless, | |
| Alone across the hills | |
| They were prey to every beast that roamed, | |
| And entrapped by every curse | |
| And they stumbled in their sickness, | |
| In their weakness and their thirst | |
| Below them in the valley, | |
| The polluted waters flowed | |
| Where the shepherds that were hirelings | |
| Sat and argued what was owed | |
| And the ambitious and abusive bragged | |
| And they boasted on their might | |
| And their profits from the slaughter | |
| Of the ones who could not fight | |
| And the wind just kept on howling, | |
| As I cried, "Oh Lord, how long | |
| Will your people be the victims | |
| Of the ruthless, proud and strong?" | |
| And at once there came an answer | |
| In the quiet of my soul | |
| "The time has come for judgement | |
| And to make the wounded whole" | |
| "For my heart is still a shepherd's heart | |
| I know each one by name | |
| The ragged and the beautiful, | |
| The healthy and the lame | |
| And I myself will lead them out, | |
| And I'll feed them on the best | |
| In pastures by still waters | |
| In a place of peace and rest | |
| O, but woe unto the shepherds | |
| Who abuse my sheep and kill | |
| With harshness and severity | |
| You've bent them to your will | |
| And today I am against you | |
| As I take them from your hand- | |
| When the fire of judgement comes | |
| The stubble will not stand!" | |
| Then darkness filled the valley | |
| And I saw it take up form | |
| Screaming winds and fire and lightning | |
| More than any earthly storm | |
| Where it passed were no survivors | |
| For the land was cleansed and bare | |
| But the streams flowed clear and purified | |
| And the grass grew green and fair | |
| I saw a man come walking | |
| And his heart glowed like a flame | |
| All the sheep began to run to him, | |
| And he called each one by name | |
| He spoke to them in gentle words | |
| And he soothed their fearful minds | |
| And he healed the brokenhearted | |
| And the crippled, sick and blind | |
| Then many others like him, | |
| All with hearts that glowed the same | |
| That before I hadn't noticed, | |
| From the farms and fields they came | |
| They weren't famous wise or noble | |
| But they spoke a common word | |
| A word the flock could recognize | |
| And follow when they heard | |
| They led them in green pastures, | |
| By still waters in the light | |
| Standing guard against the wolves | |
| And other creatures of the night | |
| Going out into the mountains | |
| In the darkness and the cold | |
| Bringing back the lost and wounded | |
| To the safety of the fold | |
| And the news went out around the world | |
| In every street and town | |
| That something wonderful was here, | |
| That heaven had come down | |
| And millions gave their hearts in trust | |
| That long had been betrayed | |
| And the bride at last was ready, | |
| And the trumpet call was made | |
| And the news went out around the world | |
| In every street and town | |
| That something wonderful was here, | |
| That heaven had come down | |
| And millions gave their hearts in trust | |
| That long had been betrayed | |
| And the bride at last was ready, | |
| And the trumpet call was made |
| zuo qu : Francisco | |
| The vision came unbidden, at an unexpected pass | |
| Where the winds of change blew colder | |
| Whippin' snow that cut like glass | |
| But like an old man in regret | |
| For foolish sins and wasted youth | |
| The scene that lay before me | |
| Had no beauty save its truth | |
| For the wind came down the mountains | |
| Never slowing, never still | |
| And the sheep were scattered shepherdless, | |
| Alone across the hills | |
| They were prey to every beast that roamed, | |
| And entrapped by every curse | |
| And they stumbled in their sickness, | |
| In their weakness and their thirst | |
| Below them in the valley, | |
| The polluted waters flowed | |
| Where the shepherds that were hirelings | |
| Sat and argued what was owed | |
| And the ambitious and abusive bragged | |
| And they boasted on their might | |
| And their profits from the slaughter | |
| Of the ones who could not fight | |
| And the wind just kept on howling, | |
| As I cried, " Oh Lord, how long | |
| Will your people be the victims | |
| Of the ruthless, proud and strong?" | |
| And at once there came an answer | |
| In the quiet of my soul | |
| " The time has come for judgement | |
| And to make the wounded whole" | |
| " For my heart is still a shepherd' s heart | |
| I know each one by name | |
| The ragged and the beautiful, | |
| The healthy and the lame | |
| And I myself will lead them out, | |
| And I' ll feed them on the best | |
| In pastures by still waters | |
| In a place of peace and rest | |
| O, but woe unto the shepherds | |
| Who abuse my sheep and kill | |
| With harshness and severity | |
| You' ve bent them to your will | |
| And today I am against you | |
| As I take them from your hand | |
| When the fire of judgement comes | |
| The stubble will not stand!" | |
| Then darkness filled the valley | |
| And I saw it take up form | |
| Screaming winds and fire and lightning | |
| More than any earthly storm | |
| Where it passed were no survivors | |
| For the land was cleansed and bare | |
| But the streams flowed clear and purified | |
| And the grass grew green and fair | |
| I saw a man come walking | |
| And his heart glowed like a flame | |
| All the sheep began to run to him, | |
| And he called each one by name | |
| He spoke to them in gentle words | |
| And he soothed their fearful minds | |
| And he healed the brokenhearted | |
| And the crippled, sick and blind | |
| Then many others like him, | |
| All with hearts that glowed the same | |
| That before I hadn' t noticed, | |
| From the farms and fields they came | |
| They weren' t famous wise or noble | |
| But they spoke a common word | |
| A word the flock could recognize | |
| And follow when they heard | |
| They led them in green pastures, | |
| By still waters in the light | |
| Standing guard against the wolves | |
| And other creatures of the night | |
| Going out into the mountains | |
| In the darkness and the cold | |
| Bringing back the lost and wounded | |
| To the safety of the fold | |
| And the news went out around the world | |
| In every street and town | |
| That something wonderful was here, | |
| That heaven had come down | |
| And millions gave their hearts in trust | |
| That long had been betrayed | |
| And the bride at last was ready, | |
| And the trumpet call was made | |
| And the news went out around the world | |
| In every street and town | |
| That something wonderful was here, | |
| That heaven had come down | |
| And millions gave their hearts in trust | |
| That long had been betrayed | |
| And the bride at last was ready, | |
| And the trumpet call was made |
| zuò qǔ : Francisco | |
| The vision came unbidden, at an unexpected pass | |
| Where the winds of change blew colder | |
| Whippin' snow that cut like glass | |
| But like an old man in regret | |
| For foolish sins and wasted youth | |
| The scene that lay before me | |
| Had no beauty save its truth | |
| For the wind came down the mountains | |
| Never slowing, never still | |
| And the sheep were scattered shepherdless, | |
| Alone across the hills | |
| They were prey to every beast that roamed, | |
| And entrapped by every curse | |
| And they stumbled in their sickness, | |
| In their weakness and their thirst | |
| Below them in the valley, | |
| The polluted waters flowed | |
| Where the shepherds that were hirelings | |
| Sat and argued what was owed | |
| And the ambitious and abusive bragged | |
| And they boasted on their might | |
| And their profits from the slaughter | |
| Of the ones who could not fight | |
| And the wind just kept on howling, | |
| As I cried, " Oh Lord, how long | |
| Will your people be the victims | |
| Of the ruthless, proud and strong?" | |
| And at once there came an answer | |
| In the quiet of my soul | |
| " The time has come for judgement | |
| And to make the wounded whole" | |
| " For my heart is still a shepherd' s heart | |
| I know each one by name | |
| The ragged and the beautiful, | |
| The healthy and the lame | |
| And I myself will lead them out, | |
| And I' ll feed them on the best | |
| In pastures by still waters | |
| In a place of peace and rest | |
| O, but woe unto the shepherds | |
| Who abuse my sheep and kill | |
| With harshness and severity | |
| You' ve bent them to your will | |
| And today I am against you | |
| As I take them from your hand | |
| When the fire of judgement comes | |
| The stubble will not stand!" | |
| Then darkness filled the valley | |
| And I saw it take up form | |
| Screaming winds and fire and lightning | |
| More than any earthly storm | |
| Where it passed were no survivors | |
| For the land was cleansed and bare | |
| But the streams flowed clear and purified | |
| And the grass grew green and fair | |
| I saw a man come walking | |
| And his heart glowed like a flame | |
| All the sheep began to run to him, | |
| And he called each one by name | |
| He spoke to them in gentle words | |
| And he soothed their fearful minds | |
| And he healed the brokenhearted | |
| And the crippled, sick and blind | |
| Then many others like him, | |
| All with hearts that glowed the same | |
| That before I hadn' t noticed, | |
| From the farms and fields they came | |
| They weren' t famous wise or noble | |
| But they spoke a common word | |
| A word the flock could recognize | |
| And follow when they heard | |
| They led them in green pastures, | |
| By still waters in the light | |
| Standing guard against the wolves | |
| And other creatures of the night | |
| Going out into the mountains | |
| In the darkness and the cold | |
| Bringing back the lost and wounded | |
| To the safety of the fold | |
| And the news went out around the world | |
| In every street and town | |
| That something wonderful was here, | |
| That heaven had come down | |
| And millions gave their hearts in trust | |
| That long had been betrayed | |
| And the bride at last was ready, | |
| And the trumpet call was made | |
| And the news went out around the world | |
| In every street and town | |
| That something wonderful was here, | |
| That heaven had come down | |
| And millions gave their hearts in trust | |
| That long had been betrayed | |
| And the bride at last was ready, | |
| And the trumpet call was made |