歌曲 | The Courier |
歌手 | Seth Lakeman |
专辑 | Word Of Mouth (Limited Edition) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Come the courier alone, the high road winds you loose, | |
Water smoothed the stones, but a weary figure stoops. | |
Still in the night, there’s a curse he must find. | |
Come the courier alone, and the flurry of suffering. | |
Past the low-sinking bridge, for the surging river spring. | |
Still in the night there’s a curse he must find. | |
A mark in stone, the highway home. | |
A mark in stone, the highway home. | |
Come the courier alone, for the vivid woods ablaze. | |
A wild fever forms the pinnacle of his gaze. | |
Still in the night, there’s a curse he must find. | |
A mark in stone, the highway home. | |
A mark in stone, the highway home. | |
Come the courier alone, for a courting moon, so bright. | |
Come the wayside crowd, the silhouette of grey and white. | |
Still in the night there’s a curse he must find. | |
A mark in stone, the highway home. | |
A mark in stone, the highway home. |
Come the courier alone, the high road winds you loose, | |
Water smoothed the stones, but a weary figure stoops. | |
Still in the night, there' s a curse he must find. | |
Come the courier alone, and the flurry of suffering. | |
Past the lowsinking bridge, for the surging river spring. | |
Still in the night there' s a curse he must find. | |
A mark in stone, the highway home. | |
A mark in stone, the highway home. | |
Come the courier alone, for the vivid woods ablaze. | |
A wild fever forms the pinnacle of his gaze. | |
Still in the night, there' s a curse he must find. | |
A mark in stone, the highway home. | |
A mark in stone, the highway home. | |
Come the courier alone, for a courting moon, so bright. | |
Come the wayside crowd, the silhouette of grey and white. | |
Still in the night there' s a curse he must find. | |
A mark in stone, the highway home. | |
A mark in stone, the highway home. |
Come the courier alone, the high road winds you loose, | |
Water smoothed the stones, but a weary figure stoops. | |
Still in the night, there' s a curse he must find. | |
Come the courier alone, and the flurry of suffering. | |
Past the lowsinking bridge, for the surging river spring. | |
Still in the night there' s a curse he must find. | |
A mark in stone, the highway home. | |
A mark in stone, the highway home. | |
Come the courier alone, for the vivid woods ablaze. | |
A wild fever forms the pinnacle of his gaze. | |
Still in the night, there' s a curse he must find. | |
A mark in stone, the highway home. | |
A mark in stone, the highway home. | |
Come the courier alone, for a courting moon, so bright. | |
Come the wayside crowd, the silhouette of grey and white. | |
Still in the night there' s a curse he must find. | |
A mark in stone, the highway home. | |
A mark in stone, the highway home. |