Billy Gray 歌词

	作词 : Blake
	Billy Gray rode into
	Gantry back in '83
	There he did meet young
	Sarah McCray
	The wild rose of morning that pale flower of dawning
	Herald of springtime in his young life that day
	Sarah, she could not see the daylight of reality
	In her young eyes,
	Billy bore not a flaw
	Knowing not her chosen one was a hired gun
	Wanted in
	Kansas City by the law
	Then one day a tall man came riding cross the badlands
	That lie to the north of
	New Mexico
	He was overheard to say he was lookin' for
	Bill Gray
	A ruthless man and a dangerous outlaw
	Well, the deadly news came creepin' to
	Billy, fast sleepin'
	There in the
	Clarendon
	Bar and Hotel
	He fled towards the old church, there on the outskirts
	Thinking he'd climb that old steeple bell
	But a rifle ball came flying face down he lay dying
	There in the dust of the road where he fell
	Sarah, she ran to him cursing the lawman
	Accepting no reason knowing he was killed
	Sarah lives in that same old white frame house
	Where she first met
	Billy some forty years ago
	And the wild rose of morning has faded
	With the dawning of each day of
	Sorrow the long years have sown
	Written on a stone where the dusty winds have long blown
	Eighteen words to a passing world say: "True love knows no season, no rhyme nor no reason Justice is cold as the Granger County clay"

	zuo ci : Blake
	Billy Gray rode into
	Gantry back in ' 83
	There he did meet young
	Sarah McCray
	The wild rose of morning that pale flower of dawning
	Herald of springtime in his young life that day
	Sarah, she could not see the daylight of reality
	In her young eyes,
	Billy bore not a flaw
	Knowing not her chosen one was a hired gun
	Wanted in
	Kansas City by the law
	Then one day a tall man came riding cross the badlands
	That lie to the north of
	New Mexico
	He was overheard to say he was lookin' for
	Bill Gray
	A ruthless man and a dangerous outlaw
	Well, the deadly news came creepin' to
	Billy, fast sleepin'
	There in the
	Clarendon
	Bar and Hotel
	He fled towards the old church, there on the outskirts
	Thinking he' d climb that old steeple bell
	But a rifle ball came flying face down he lay dying
	There in the dust of the road where he fell
	Sarah, she ran to him cursing the lawman
	Accepting no reason knowing he was killed
	Sarah lives in that same old white frame house
	Where she first met
	Billy some forty years ago
	And the wild rose of morning has faded
	With the dawning of each day of
	Sorrow the long years have sown
	Written on a stone where the dusty winds have long blown
	Eighteen words to a passing world say: " True love knows no season, no rhyme nor no reason Justice is cold as the Granger County clay"

	zuò cí : Blake
	Billy Gray rode into
	Gantry back in ' 83
	There he did meet young
	Sarah McCray
	The wild rose of morning that pale flower of dawning
	Herald of springtime in his young life that day
	Sarah, she could not see the daylight of reality
	In her young eyes,
	Billy bore not a flaw
	Knowing not her chosen one was a hired gun
	Wanted in
	Kansas City by the law
	Then one day a tall man came riding cross the badlands
	That lie to the north of
	New Mexico
	He was overheard to say he was lookin' for
	Bill Gray
	A ruthless man and a dangerous outlaw
	Well, the deadly news came creepin' to
	Billy, fast sleepin'
	There in the
	Clarendon
	Bar and Hotel
	He fled towards the old church, there on the outskirts
	Thinking he' d climb that old steeple bell
	But a rifle ball came flying face down he lay dying
	There in the dust of the road where he fell
	Sarah, she ran to him cursing the lawman
	Accepting no reason knowing he was killed
	Sarah lives in that same old white frame house
	Where she first met
	Billy some forty years ago
	And the wild rose of morning has faded
	With the dawning of each day of
	Sorrow the long years have sown
	Written on a stone where the dusty winds have long blown
	Eighteen words to a passing world say: " True love knows no season, no rhyme nor no reason Justice is cold as the Granger County clay"

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