歌曲 | Ghosts of Cape Horn |
歌手 | Gordon Lightfoot |
专辑 | Dream Street Rose |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : LIGHTFOOT, GORDON | |
All around old Cape Horn | |
Ships of the line, ships of the morn | |
Some who wish they'd never been born | |
They are the ghosts of Cape Horn | |
Fal deral dal riddle de rum | |
With a rim dim diddy | |
And a rum dum dum | |
Sailing away at the break of dawn | |
They are the ghosts of Cape Horn | |
See them all in sad repair | |
Demons dance everywhere | |
Southern gales, tattered sails | |
And none to tell the tales | |
Come all of you rustic old sea dogs | |
Who follow the bright Southern Cross | |
You were rounding the Horn | |
In the eye of a storm | |
When you lost her one day | |
And you read all your letters | |
From oceans away | |
Then you took them to the bottom of the sea | |
All around old Cape Horn | |
Ships of the line, ships of the morn | |
Some who wish they'd never been born | |
They are the ghosts of Cape Horn | |
Fal deral dal riddle de rum | |
With a rim dim diddy | |
And a rum dum dum | |
Sailing away at the break of dawn | |
They are the ghosts of Cape Horn | |
Come all you old sea dogs from Devon | |
Southampton, Penzance, and Kinsale | |
You were caught by the chance | |
Of a sailor's last dance | |
It was not meant to be | |
And you read all your letters | |
Cried anchors aweigh | |
Then you took them to the bottom of the sea | |
All around old Cape Horn | |
Ships of the line, ships of the morn | |
Some who wish they'd never been born | |
They are the ghosts of Cape Horn | |
Fal deral dal riddle de rum | |
With a rim dim diddy | |
And a rum dum dum | |
Sailing away at the break of dawn | |
They are the ghosts of Cape Horn |
zuo ci : LIGHTFOOT, GORDON | |
All around old Cape Horn | |
Ships of the line, ships of the morn | |
Some who wish they' d never been born | |
They are the ghosts of Cape Horn | |
Fal deral dal riddle de rum | |
With a rim dim diddy | |
And a rum dum dum | |
Sailing away at the break of dawn | |
They are the ghosts of Cape Horn | |
See them all in sad repair | |
Demons dance everywhere | |
Southern gales, tattered sails | |
And none to tell the tales | |
Come all of you rustic old sea dogs | |
Who follow the bright Southern Cross | |
You were rounding the Horn | |
In the eye of a storm | |
When you lost her one day | |
And you read all your letters | |
From oceans away | |
Then you took them to the bottom of the sea | |
All around old Cape Horn | |
Ships of the line, ships of the morn | |
Some who wish they' d never been born | |
They are the ghosts of Cape Horn | |
Fal deral dal riddle de rum | |
With a rim dim diddy | |
And a rum dum dum | |
Sailing away at the break of dawn | |
They are the ghosts of Cape Horn | |
Come all you old sea dogs from Devon | |
Southampton, Penzance, and Kinsale | |
You were caught by the chance | |
Of a sailor' s last dance | |
It was not meant to be | |
And you read all your letters | |
Cried anchors aweigh | |
Then you took them to the bottom of the sea | |
All around old Cape Horn | |
Ships of the line, ships of the morn | |
Some who wish they' d never been born | |
They are the ghosts of Cape Horn | |
Fal deral dal riddle de rum | |
With a rim dim diddy | |
And a rum dum dum | |
Sailing away at the break of dawn | |
They are the ghosts of Cape Horn |
zuò cí : LIGHTFOOT, GORDON | |
All around old Cape Horn | |
Ships of the line, ships of the morn | |
Some who wish they' d never been born | |
They are the ghosts of Cape Horn | |
Fal deral dal riddle de rum | |
With a rim dim diddy | |
And a rum dum dum | |
Sailing away at the break of dawn | |
They are the ghosts of Cape Horn | |
See them all in sad repair | |
Demons dance everywhere | |
Southern gales, tattered sails | |
And none to tell the tales | |
Come all of you rustic old sea dogs | |
Who follow the bright Southern Cross | |
You were rounding the Horn | |
In the eye of a storm | |
When you lost her one day | |
And you read all your letters | |
From oceans away | |
Then you took them to the bottom of the sea | |
All around old Cape Horn | |
Ships of the line, ships of the morn | |
Some who wish they' d never been born | |
They are the ghosts of Cape Horn | |
Fal deral dal riddle de rum | |
With a rim dim diddy | |
And a rum dum dum | |
Sailing away at the break of dawn | |
They are the ghosts of Cape Horn | |
Come all you old sea dogs from Devon | |
Southampton, Penzance, and Kinsale | |
You were caught by the chance | |
Of a sailor' s last dance | |
It was not meant to be | |
And you read all your letters | |
Cried anchors aweigh | |
Then you took them to the bottom of the sea | |
All around old Cape Horn | |
Ships of the line, ships of the morn | |
Some who wish they' d never been born | |
They are the ghosts of Cape Horn | |
Fal deral dal riddle de rum | |
With a rim dim diddy | |
And a rum dum dum | |
Sailing away at the break of dawn | |
They are the ghosts of Cape Horn |