歌曲 | Carolina In The Pines |
歌手 | Michael Martin Murphey |
专辑 | The Best Of Michael Martin Murphey |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Murphey | |
She came to me, said she new mesaid she'd know me a long time | |
And she spoke of being in love | |
With every mountain she had climbed | |
And she talked of trails she' walked up | |
Far above the timber line | |
From that night on | |
I knew I'd write songs | |
With Carolina in the pines | |
There's a new moon on the 14th | |
First quarter the 21st | |
And the full moon in the last week | |
Brings a fullness to this earth | |
There's no guesswork in the clockwork | |
All the worlds are all mine | |
There are nights | |
I only feel right | |
With Carolina in the pines | |
When the frost shows on the window | |
And the wood stove smokes and glows | |
As the fire grows we will warm ourselves | |
Watching rainbows in the cold | |
And we'll talk of trails we walked up | |
Far above the timber line | |
There are nights | |
I only feel right | |
With Carolina in the pines |
zuo qu : Murphey | |
She came to me, said she new mesaid she' d know me a long time | |
And she spoke of being in love | |
With every mountain she had climbed | |
And she talked of trails she' walked up | |
Far above the timber line | |
From that night on | |
I knew I' d write songs | |
With Carolina in the pines | |
There' s a new moon on the 14th | |
First quarter the 21st | |
And the full moon in the last week | |
Brings a fullness to this earth | |
There' s no guesswork in the clockwork | |
All the worlds are all mine | |
There are nights | |
I only feel right | |
With Carolina in the pines | |
When the frost shows on the window | |
And the wood stove smokes and glows | |
As the fire grows we will warm ourselves | |
Watching rainbows in the cold | |
And we' ll talk of trails we walked up | |
Far above the timber line | |
There are nights | |
I only feel right | |
With Carolina in the pines |
zuò qǔ : Murphey | |
She came to me, said she new mesaid she' d know me a long time | |
And she spoke of being in love | |
With every mountain she had climbed | |
And she talked of trails she' walked up | |
Far above the timber line | |
From that night on | |
I knew I' d write songs | |
With Carolina in the pines | |
There' s a new moon on the 14th | |
First quarter the 21st | |
And the full moon in the last week | |
Brings a fullness to this earth | |
There' s no guesswork in the clockwork | |
All the worlds are all mine | |
There are nights | |
I only feel right | |
With Carolina in the pines | |
When the frost shows on the window | |
And the wood stove smokes and glows | |
As the fire grows we will warm ourselves | |
Watching rainbows in the cold | |
And we' ll talk of trails we walked up | |
Far above the timber line | |
There are nights | |
I only feel right | |
With Carolina in the pines |