歌曲 | Mercy of the Fallen |
歌手 | Dar Williams |
专辑 | The Beauty of the Rain |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Williams | |
Oh my fair North Star | |
I have held to your dearly | |
I have asked you to steer me | |
To one cloud scattered night | |
I got lost in my travels | |
I met Leo the Lion | |
Met and a king and met a giant | |
With their errant light | |
There's the wind and the rain | |
And the mercy of the fallen | |
Who say they have no claim to know what's right | |
There's the weak and the strong | |
And the beds that have no answer | |
And that's where I may rest my head tonight | |
I saw all the bright people | |
In imposing flocks they landed | |
And they got what they demanded | |
And they scratched at the ground | |
Then they flew and the field | |
Grew as sweetly for the flightless | |
Who had longing yet despite | |
They could hear every sound | |
There's the wind and the rain | |
And the mercy of the fallen | |
Who say they have no claim to know what's right | |
And if your sister or your brother | |
Were stumbling on their last mile | |
In a self-inflicted exile | |
You'd wish for them a humble friend | |
And I hope someday | |
That the best of Falstaff's planners | |
Give me seven half-built manors | |
Where half-dreams may dream without end | |
There's the wind and the rain | |
And the mercy of the fallen | |
Who say hey it's not my place to know what's right | |
There's the weak and the strong | |
And the many stars that guide us | |
We have some of them inside us |
zuo ci : Williams | |
Oh my fair North Star | |
I have held to your dearly | |
I have asked you to steer me | |
To one cloud scattered night | |
I got lost in my travels | |
I met Leo the Lion | |
Met and a king and met a giant | |
With their errant light | |
There' s the wind and the rain | |
And the mercy of the fallen | |
Who say they have no claim to know what' s right | |
There' s the weak and the strong | |
And the beds that have no answer | |
And that' s where I may rest my head tonight | |
I saw all the bright people | |
In imposing flocks they landed | |
And they got what they demanded | |
And they scratched at the ground | |
Then they flew and the field | |
Grew as sweetly for the flightless | |
Who had longing yet despite | |
They could hear every sound | |
There' s the wind and the rain | |
And the mercy of the fallen | |
Who say they have no claim to know what' s right | |
And if your sister or your brother | |
Were stumbling on their last mile | |
In a selfinflicted exile | |
You' d wish for them a humble friend | |
And I hope someday | |
That the best of Falstaff' s planners | |
Give me seven halfbuilt manors | |
Where halfdreams may dream without end | |
There' s the wind and the rain | |
And the mercy of the fallen | |
Who say hey it' s not my place to know what' s right | |
There' s the weak and the strong | |
And the many stars that guide us | |
We have some of them inside us |
zuò cí : Williams | |
Oh my fair North Star | |
I have held to your dearly | |
I have asked you to steer me | |
To one cloud scattered night | |
I got lost in my travels | |
I met Leo the Lion | |
Met and a king and met a giant | |
With their errant light | |
There' s the wind and the rain | |
And the mercy of the fallen | |
Who say they have no claim to know what' s right | |
There' s the weak and the strong | |
And the beds that have no answer | |
And that' s where I may rest my head tonight | |
I saw all the bright people | |
In imposing flocks they landed | |
And they got what they demanded | |
And they scratched at the ground | |
Then they flew and the field | |
Grew as sweetly for the flightless | |
Who had longing yet despite | |
They could hear every sound | |
There' s the wind and the rain | |
And the mercy of the fallen | |
Who say they have no claim to know what' s right | |
And if your sister or your brother | |
Were stumbling on their last mile | |
In a selfinflicted exile | |
You' d wish for them a humble friend | |
And I hope someday | |
That the best of Falstaff' s planners | |
Give me seven halfbuilt manors | |
Where halfdreams may dream without end | |
There' s the wind and the rain | |
And the mercy of the fallen | |
Who say hey it' s not my place to know what' s right | |
There' s the weak and the strong | |
And the many stars that guide us | |
We have some of them inside us |