歌曲 | And So Will Always Be |
歌手 | Crash Test Dummies |
专辑 | Songs of the Unforgiven |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Roberts | |
Once I went out walking | |
And saw a crippled man | |
He couldn't raise his glass to lips | |
So crippled were his hands | |
I stopped and watched, but could not | |
Bring myself to lend a hand | |
And so it is, and so it was | |
And so will always be | |
These things will be the way they will | |
And I will be this me | |
One day I was humming | |
A simple melody | |
When I heard birds whistling their tunes | |
From high up in the trees | |
My song seemed but a trifle now | |
They sang so beautifully | |
And so it is, and so it was | |
And so will always be | |
These things will be the way they will | |
And I will be this me | |
And now I listen to wind | |
As I lay down to bed | |
The snow has just begun to fall | |
And cover all that's left | |
The tops of fences, tips of trees | |
And stones that mark the dead | |
And so it is, and so it was | |
And so will always be | |
These things will be the way they will | |
And I will be this me |
zuo ci : Roberts | |
Once I went out walking | |
And saw a crippled man | |
He couldn' t raise his glass to lips | |
So crippled were his hands | |
I stopped and watched, but could not | |
Bring myself to lend a hand | |
And so it is, and so it was | |
And so will always be | |
These things will be the way they will | |
And I will be this me | |
One day I was humming | |
A simple melody | |
When I heard birds whistling their tunes | |
From high up in the trees | |
My song seemed but a trifle now | |
They sang so beautifully | |
And so it is, and so it was | |
And so will always be | |
These things will be the way they will | |
And I will be this me | |
And now I listen to wind | |
As I lay down to bed | |
The snow has just begun to fall | |
And cover all that' s left | |
The tops of fences, tips of trees | |
And stones that mark the dead | |
And so it is, and so it was | |
And so will always be | |
These things will be the way they will | |
And I will be this me |
zuò cí : Roberts | |
Once I went out walking | |
And saw a crippled man | |
He couldn' t raise his glass to lips | |
So crippled were his hands | |
I stopped and watched, but could not | |
Bring myself to lend a hand | |
And so it is, and so it was | |
And so will always be | |
These things will be the way they will | |
And I will be this me | |
One day I was humming | |
A simple melody | |
When I heard birds whistling their tunes | |
From high up in the trees | |
My song seemed but a trifle now | |
They sang so beautifully | |
And so it is, and so it was | |
And so will always be | |
These things will be the way they will | |
And I will be this me | |
And now I listen to wind | |
As I lay down to bed | |
The snow has just begun to fall | |
And cover all that' s left | |
The tops of fences, tips of trees | |
And stones that mark the dead | |
And so it is, and so it was | |
And so will always be | |
These things will be the way they will | |
And I will be this me |