歌曲 | Observations from a Hill |
歌手 | Family |
专辑 | Family Entertainment |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Chapman, Whitney | |
J. Whitney R. Chapman | |
Chimney tops, roof tops, higher than | |
tree tops I stoop there on a hill | |
Sky blue, slate blue, cold as the wind | |
blew leaves that never stay still | |
Buildings jagged and clustered | |
I remained unflustered. | |
People are strolling, cars only rolling | |
down man made paths of grey stone | |
Children larking, dogs sometimes | |
barking break sleep of old folk alone | |
Church organ, choir sing hymn life | |
Sunday eve quarter past five | |
These are my observations from a hill | |
Towers and flowers, phone lines and road signs | |
All these things come to view | |
I look to the valley and there by a | |
shalley suddenly I see it's you | |
Beckoning me to follow | |
Maybe I'll come down tomorrow. | |
These are my observations from a hill. |
zuo ci : Chapman, Whitney | |
J. Whitney R. Chapman | |
Chimney tops, roof tops, higher than | |
tree tops I stoop there on a hill | |
Sky blue, slate blue, cold as the wind | |
blew leaves that never stay still | |
Buildings jagged and clustered | |
I remained unflustered. | |
People are strolling, cars only rolling | |
down man made paths of grey stone | |
Children larking, dogs sometimes | |
barking break sleep of old folk alone | |
Church organ, choir sing hymn life | |
Sunday eve quarter past five | |
These are my observations from a hill | |
Towers and flowers, phone lines and road signs | |
All these things come to view | |
I look to the valley and there by a | |
shalley suddenly I see it' s you | |
Beckoning me to follow | |
Maybe I' ll come down tomorrow. | |
These are my observations from a hill. |
zuò cí : Chapman, Whitney | |
J. Whitney R. Chapman | |
Chimney tops, roof tops, higher than | |
tree tops I stoop there on a hill | |
Sky blue, slate blue, cold as the wind | |
blew leaves that never stay still | |
Buildings jagged and clustered | |
I remained unflustered. | |
People are strolling, cars only rolling | |
down man made paths of grey stone | |
Children larking, dogs sometimes | |
barking break sleep of old folk alone | |
Church organ, choir sing hymn life | |
Sunday eve quarter past five | |
These are my observations from a hill | |
Towers and flowers, phone lines and road signs | |
All these things come to view | |
I look to the valley and there by a | |
shalley suddenly I see it' s you | |
Beckoning me to follow | |
Maybe I' ll come down tomorrow. | |
These are my observations from a hill. |