歌曲 | Magdalen |
歌手 | Anthony Phillips |
专辑 | Sides |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
She drinks the morning air | |
She takes the utmost care | |
She's very good | |
She sets the flowers aright | |
She gives the birds their flight | |
She's very good – she's very good to me. | |
Westminster strolling | |
Battersea rolling by | |
And in the night | |
You will find her at her easel | |
Drawing ducks and drakes, | |
Cathedral eyes | |
She is one of the best | |
You can be sure of it | |
Magdalen, of the misty eyes | |
You didn't think I'd lose you again | |
Magdalen, sees the shifting skies | |
Her majesty makes mighty of men | |
Magdalen's gone to Edinburgh spires | |
And she's holding your life in her hands | |
Who holds the world outside? | |
Who stills the rising tide? | |
She's very good | |
Who weaves the stars display? | |
Who seals the dwindling day? | |
She's very good – she's very good to me, | |
Oxford bells ringing, | |
Phantom choirs singing. | |
Magdalen of the misty eyes, | |
The world is waiting at your behest | |
Magdalen, sees the shifting skies | |
And old St. Ives stands firm in the West | |
Magdalen's gone to Edinburgh spires | |
And she's holding your life in her hands. | |
We watch the autumn glow | |
We take the evening slow | |
It's very good | |
We hear the vespers rung | |
And night's web deftly spun | |
It's very good, it's very good that she | |
Sleepy car stories; | |
Lighthouse lives | |
Gulls crying, "storm!" | |
And in the night | |
You will find her in the sistine chapel | |
Looking down | |
Cathedral mind | |
She was here from the start | |
She has seen all of it... | |
Magdalen, of the misty eyes | |
You didn't think I'd lose you again | |
Magdalen, sees the shifting skies | |
Her majesty makes mighty of men | |
Magdalen's gone to Edinburgh spires | |
And she's holding your life in her hands | |
Holding our lives in her hands |
She drinks the morning air | |
She takes the utmost care | |
She' s very good | |
She sets the flowers aright | |
She gives the birds their flight | |
She' s very good she' s very good to me. | |
Westminster strolling | |
Battersea rolling by | |
And in the night | |
You will find her at her easel | |
Drawing ducks and drakes, | |
Cathedral eyes | |
She is one of the best | |
You can be sure of it | |
Magdalen, of the misty eyes | |
You didn' t think I' d lose you again | |
Magdalen, sees the shifting skies | |
Her majesty makes mighty of men | |
Magdalen' s gone to Edinburgh spires | |
And she' s holding your life in her hands | |
Who holds the world outside? | |
Who stills the rising tide? | |
She' s very good | |
Who weaves the stars display? | |
Who seals the dwindling day? | |
She' s very good she' s very good to me, | |
Oxford bells ringing, | |
Phantom choirs singing. | |
Magdalen of the misty eyes, | |
The world is waiting at your behest | |
Magdalen, sees the shifting skies | |
And old St. Ives stands firm in the West | |
Magdalen' s gone to Edinburgh spires | |
And she' s holding your life in her hands. | |
We watch the autumn glow | |
We take the evening slow | |
It' s very good | |
We hear the vespers rung | |
And night' s web deftly spun | |
It' s very good, it' s very good that she | |
Sleepy car stories | |
Lighthouse lives | |
Gulls crying, " storm!" | |
And in the night | |
You will find her in the sistine chapel | |
Looking down | |
Cathedral mind | |
She was here from the start | |
She has seen all of it... | |
Magdalen, of the misty eyes | |
You didn' t think I' d lose you again | |
Magdalen, sees the shifting skies | |
Her majesty makes mighty of men | |
Magdalen' s gone to Edinburgh spires | |
And she' s holding your life in her hands | |
Holding our lives in her hands |
She drinks the morning air | |
She takes the utmost care | |
She' s very good | |
She sets the flowers aright | |
She gives the birds their flight | |
She' s very good she' s very good to me. | |
Westminster strolling | |
Battersea rolling by | |
And in the night | |
You will find her at her easel | |
Drawing ducks and drakes, | |
Cathedral eyes | |
She is one of the best | |
You can be sure of it | |
Magdalen, of the misty eyes | |
You didn' t think I' d lose you again | |
Magdalen, sees the shifting skies | |
Her majesty makes mighty of men | |
Magdalen' s gone to Edinburgh spires | |
And she' s holding your life in her hands | |
Who holds the world outside? | |
Who stills the rising tide? | |
She' s very good | |
Who weaves the stars display? | |
Who seals the dwindling day? | |
She' s very good she' s very good to me, | |
Oxford bells ringing, | |
Phantom choirs singing. | |
Magdalen of the misty eyes, | |
The world is waiting at your behest | |
Magdalen, sees the shifting skies | |
And old St. Ives stands firm in the West | |
Magdalen' s gone to Edinburgh spires | |
And she' s holding your life in her hands. | |
We watch the autumn glow | |
We take the evening slow | |
It' s very good | |
We hear the vespers rung | |
And night' s web deftly spun | |
It' s very good, it' s very good that she | |
Sleepy car stories | |
Lighthouse lives | |
Gulls crying, " storm!" | |
And in the night | |
You will find her in the sistine chapel | |
Looking down | |
Cathedral mind | |
She was here from the start | |
She has seen all of it... | |
Magdalen, of the misty eyes | |
You didn' t think I' d lose you again | |
Magdalen, sees the shifting skies | |
Her majesty makes mighty of men | |
Magdalen' s gone to Edinburgh spires | |
And she' s holding your life in her hands | |
Holding our lives in her hands |