歌曲 | The Voyage of the Moon |
歌手 | Donovan |
专辑 | HMS Donovan |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Donovan | |
Leitch | |
The Moon is like a boat, my love | |
Of lemon peel afloat, my love | |
And with a sail of gauze, my love | |
She seems to slightlty pause | |
Upon her starry way | |
All on her starry way | |
I see her pearly decks, my love | |
Set in with twinkling specks, my love | |
I see her pearly mast, my love | |
Far from her seashell past | |
And gently does she sway | |
All on her starry way | |
Of silk they have been spun, my love | |
Her ropes that limply run, my love | |
Down to her carved prow, my love | |
Down to her mermaid prow | |
And softly does she sway | |
All on her starry way | |
All in the Sea of Sky, my love | |
The moonships sail and fly, my love | |
Though many are their kind, my love | |
They all need but one wind | |
To make their starry way | |
To make their starry way | |
And there will come a time, my love | |
Oh, may it be in mine, my love | |
When men will proudly rise, my love | |
And board to sail the skies | |
Moonships from all the spheres | |
Moonships from all the spheres | |
The men be bathed in light, my love | |
The women clothed in white, my love | |
All in that woundrous fleet, my love | |
As each the other meets | |
Will smile and softly sing | |
Will smile and softly sing | |
And on some distant sand, my love | |
The ships will gently land, my love | |
Fair folk will meet them there, my love | |
With golden flowing hair | |
And great will be their joy | |
And great will be their joy |
zuo ci : Donovan | |
Leitch | |
The Moon is like a boat, my love | |
Of lemon peel afloat, my love | |
And with a sail of gauze, my love | |
She seems to slightlty pause | |
Upon her starry way | |
All on her starry way | |
I see her pearly decks, my love | |
Set in with twinkling specks, my love | |
I see her pearly mast, my love | |
Far from her seashell past | |
And gently does she sway | |
All on her starry way | |
Of silk they have been spun, my love | |
Her ropes that limply run, my love | |
Down to her carved prow, my love | |
Down to her mermaid prow | |
And softly does she sway | |
All on her starry way | |
All in the Sea of Sky, my love | |
The moonships sail and fly, my love | |
Though many are their kind, my love | |
They all need but one wind | |
To make their starry way | |
To make their starry way | |
And there will come a time, my love | |
Oh, may it be in mine, my love | |
When men will proudly rise, my love | |
And board to sail the skies | |
Moonships from all the spheres | |
Moonships from all the spheres | |
The men be bathed in light, my love | |
The women clothed in white, my love | |
All in that woundrous fleet, my love | |
As each the other meets | |
Will smile and softly sing | |
Will smile and softly sing | |
And on some distant sand, my love | |
The ships will gently land, my love | |
Fair folk will meet them there, my love | |
With golden flowing hair | |
And great will be their joy | |
And great will be their joy |
zuò cí : Donovan | |
Leitch | |
The Moon is like a boat, my love | |
Of lemon peel afloat, my love | |
And with a sail of gauze, my love | |
She seems to slightlty pause | |
Upon her starry way | |
All on her starry way | |
I see her pearly decks, my love | |
Set in with twinkling specks, my love | |
I see her pearly mast, my love | |
Far from her seashell past | |
And gently does she sway | |
All on her starry way | |
Of silk they have been spun, my love | |
Her ropes that limply run, my love | |
Down to her carved prow, my love | |
Down to her mermaid prow | |
And softly does she sway | |
All on her starry way | |
All in the Sea of Sky, my love | |
The moonships sail and fly, my love | |
Though many are their kind, my love | |
They all need but one wind | |
To make their starry way | |
To make their starry way | |
And there will come a time, my love | |
Oh, may it be in mine, my love | |
When men will proudly rise, my love | |
And board to sail the skies | |
Moonships from all the spheres | |
Moonships from all the spheres | |
The men be bathed in light, my love | |
The women clothed in white, my love | |
All in that woundrous fleet, my love | |
As each the other meets | |
Will smile and softly sing | |
Will smile and softly sing | |
And on some distant sand, my love | |
The ships will gently land, my love | |
Fair folk will meet them there, my love | |
With golden flowing hair | |
And great will be their joy | |
And great will be their joy |