The Woodcutter 歌词

	作曲 : Burrows, Havas, Jones
	He tried to say
	That she meant nothing at all
	Walk down the rivers
	And under bridges
	The bells mocked foolishly... foolishly
	Walk down the rivers
	And under bridges
	The bells mocked foolishly... foolishly
	Like dry leaves through scarce memories
	She would reach to him from the deep
	He believed
	She rides the waves
	That whisper up the shores
	Her crescent figure
	Through green waters glimmered
	The dream glossed estuary... estuary
	Her crescent figure
	Through green waters glimmed
	The dream glossed estuary... estuary
	Like dry leaves through scarce memories
	She would reach to him from the deep
	He believed
	The woodcutter he stared
	Towards the eastern coves
	With eyes to stroke
	The torrid wave beaten shores
	From the horizon
	Of nowhere she glided
	Her oak breast cut the sea... cut the sea
	Like dry leaves through scarce memories
	She would reach to him from the deep
	He believed
	The woodcutter he stared
	Towards the eastern coves

	zuo qu : Burrows, Havas, Jones
	He tried to say
	That she meant nothing at all
	Walk down the rivers
	And under bridges
	The bells mocked foolishly... foolishly
	Walk down the rivers
	And under bridges
	The bells mocked foolishly... foolishly
	Like dry leaves through scarce memories
	She would reach to him from the deep
	He believed
	She rides the waves
	That whisper up the shores
	Her crescent figure
	Through green waters glimmered
	The dream glossed estuary... estuary
	Her crescent figure
	Through green waters glimmed
	The dream glossed estuary... estuary
	Like dry leaves through scarce memories
	She would reach to him from the deep
	He believed
	The woodcutter he stared
	Towards the eastern coves
	With eyes to stroke
	The torrid wave beaten shores
	From the horizon
	Of nowhere she glided
	Her oak breast cut the sea... cut the sea
	Like dry leaves through scarce memories
	She would reach to him from the deep
	He believed
	The woodcutter he stared
	Towards the eastern coves

	zuò qǔ : Burrows, Havas, Jones
	He tried to say
	That she meant nothing at all
	Walk down the rivers
	And under bridges
	The bells mocked foolishly... foolishly
	Walk down the rivers
	And under bridges
	The bells mocked foolishly... foolishly
	Like dry leaves through scarce memories
	She would reach to him from the deep
	He believed
	She rides the waves
	That whisper up the shores
	Her crescent figure
	Through green waters glimmered
	The dream glossed estuary... estuary
	Her crescent figure
	Through green waters glimmed
	The dream glossed estuary... estuary
	Like dry leaves through scarce memories
	She would reach to him from the deep
	He believed
	The woodcutter he stared
	Towards the eastern coves
	With eyes to stroke
	The torrid wave beaten shores
	From the horizon
	Of nowhere she glided
	Her oak breast cut the sea... cut the sea
	Like dry leaves through scarce memories
	She would reach to him from the deep
	He believed
	The woodcutter he stared
	Towards the eastern coves

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