歌曲 | Moody River |
歌手 | Pat Boone |
专辑 | Yesterdays Gold Vol.02 - 120 Golden Oldies 5CD |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
(Moody river moody river) | |
Moody river more deadly | |
Than the vainest knife. | |
Moody river your muddy water | |
Took my baby's life. | |
Last saturday evening | |
Came to the old oak tree. | |
It stands beside the river | |
Where you were to meet me. | |
On the ground your glove I found | |
With a note addressed to me. | |
It read "Dear love, I've done you wrong | |
Now I must set you free". | |
No longer can I live | |
With this hurt and this sin, | |
I just couldn't tell you | |
That guy was just a friend. | |
Moody river more deadly | |
Than the vainest knife. | |
Moody river your muddy water | |
Took my baby's life. | |
I looked into the muddy waters | |
And what could I see? | |
I saw a lonely, lonely face just | |
Lookin' back at me. | |
Tears in his eyes | |
And a prayer on his lips | |
And the glove of his lost love | |
At his finger tips | |
Moody river more deadly | |
Than the vainest knife. | |
Moody river your muddy water | |
Took my baby's life. |
Moody river moody river | |
Moody river more deadly | |
Than the vainest knife. | |
Moody river your muddy water | |
Took my baby s life. | |
Last saturday evening | |
Came to the old oak tree. | |
It stands beside the river | |
Where you were to meet me. | |
On the ground your glove I found | |
With a note addressed to me. | |
It read Dear love, I ve done you wrong | |
Now I must set you free. | |
No longer can I live | |
With this hurt and this sin, | |
I just couldn t tell you | |
That guy was just a friend. | |
Moody river more deadly | |
Than the vainest knife. | |
Moody river your muddy water | |
Took my baby s life. | |
I looked into the muddy waters | |
And what could I see? | |
I saw a lonely, lonely face just | |
Lookin back at me. | |
Tears in his eyes | |
And a prayer on his lips | |
And the glove of his lost love | |
At his finger tips | |
Moody river more deadly | |
Than the vainest knife. | |
Moody river your muddy water | |
Took my baby s life. |
Moody river moody river | |
Moody river more deadly | |
Than the vainest knife. | |
Moody river your muddy water | |
Took my baby s life. | |
Last saturday evening | |
Came to the old oak tree. | |
It stands beside the river | |
Where you were to meet me. | |
On the ground your glove I found | |
With a note addressed to me. | |
It read Dear love, I ve done you wrong | |
Now I must set you free. | |
No longer can I live | |
With this hurt and this sin, | |
I just couldn t tell you | |
That guy was just a friend. | |
Moody river more deadly | |
Than the vainest knife. | |
Moody river your muddy water | |
Took my baby s life. | |
I looked into the muddy waters | |
And what could I see? | |
I saw a lonely, lonely face just | |
Lookin back at me. | |
Tears in his eyes | |
And a prayer on his lips | |
And the glove of his lost love | |
At his finger tips | |
Moody river more deadly | |
Than the vainest knife. | |
Moody river your muddy water | |
Took my baby s life. |