歌曲 | Stranger |
歌手 | Anthony Phillips |
专辑 | Private Parts & Pieces (Part I) |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Now that you don't know me, | |
Is it gone forever, past? | |
Now my rock has crumbled | |
In the stormy winter blast. | |
Now the world is darkening | |
As I watch the farewell train, | |
Though once she spoke within me – | |
Strange, may never see you again. | |
Now the wind is asking: | |
How a rock so firm can fall. | |
Then the breeze he murmurs: | |
She rose not to save death's call. | |
Now the leaves are rustling, | |
Do I hear them speak a name | |
That waits round every corner – | |
Strange, may never see you again. | |
Little girl, lilting lilac, | |
Autumn Queen, by this quiet brook, | |
Once you lay, breathing softly – | |
Now I watch the ashes burn, | |
A stranger who may not return | |
Rose with the dawn, | |
Sailed on the morning tide. | |
Take this, shining acorn, | |
Treasure it, through joy and sorrow | |
When you're old, tired and lonely, | |
Open it – a voice will sigh, | |
A memory that went drifting by | |
Upon the tide that swept you from my side. | |
Now the bells are calling, | |
I must tread the homeward track. | |
Leave the whispering ripples | |
For the next part I must act. | |
Though I gave the whole world, | |
She remembers not my name. | |
That star beneath the bright lights – | |
Strange may never see you again. |
Now that you don' t know me, | |
Is it gone forever, past? | |
Now my rock has crumbled | |
In the stormy winter blast. | |
Now the world is darkening | |
As I watch the farewell train, | |
Though once she spoke within me | |
Strange, may never see you again. | |
Now the wind is asking: | |
How a rock so firm can fall. | |
Then the breeze he murmurs: | |
She rose not to save death' s call. | |
Now the leaves are rustling, | |
Do I hear them speak a name | |
That waits round every corner | |
Strange, may never see you again. | |
Little girl, lilting lilac, | |
Autumn Queen, by this quiet brook, | |
Once you lay, breathing softly | |
Now I watch the ashes burn, | |
A stranger who may not return | |
Rose with the dawn, | |
Sailed on the morning tide. | |
Take this, shining acorn, | |
Treasure it, through joy and sorrow | |
When you' re old, tired and lonely, | |
Open it a voice will sigh, | |
A memory that went drifting by | |
Upon the tide that swept you from my side. | |
Now the bells are calling, | |
I must tread the homeward track. | |
Leave the whispering ripples | |
For the next part I must act. | |
Though I gave the whole world, | |
She remembers not my name. | |
That star beneath the bright lights | |
Strange may never see you again. |
Now that you don' t know me, | |
Is it gone forever, past? | |
Now my rock has crumbled | |
In the stormy winter blast. | |
Now the world is darkening | |
As I watch the farewell train, | |
Though once she spoke within me | |
Strange, may never see you again. | |
Now the wind is asking: | |
How a rock so firm can fall. | |
Then the breeze he murmurs: | |
She rose not to save death' s call. | |
Now the leaves are rustling, | |
Do I hear them speak a name | |
That waits round every corner | |
Strange, may never see you again. | |
Little girl, lilting lilac, | |
Autumn Queen, by this quiet brook, | |
Once you lay, breathing softly | |
Now I watch the ashes burn, | |
A stranger who may not return | |
Rose with the dawn, | |
Sailed on the morning tide. | |
Take this, shining acorn, | |
Treasure it, through joy and sorrow | |
When you' re old, tired and lonely, | |
Open it a voice will sigh, | |
A memory that went drifting by | |
Upon the tide that swept you from my side. | |
Now the bells are calling, | |
I must tread the homeward track. | |
Leave the whispering ripples | |
For the next part I must act. | |
Though I gave the whole world, | |
She remembers not my name. | |
That star beneath the bright lights | |
Strange may never see you again. |