翻江倒海 天津时调器乐演奏 - 孟庆华 主播

She charts a scattered Course of guess She puts her faith In nothing less Than God and hope And hopelessness The mess of time keeps Her on a broken line And tho

In days when the heat brings A halt to all life And the sun stretched out Over fields of ploughed lines And clutched to his heart The speechless vines When the

From gold to grey Silk turns to leather Pride becoming envy Charm makes way for vanity Well the weather has worn Childbirth has torn Gravity pulled you down to

There are those with hearts so large You can enter without knocking There are those with hearts so large That you only see the half There are those with hearts

With your gossamer heart Your translucent eyes Your Rizla thin skin Your filligree mind You poor flightless angel Earthbound by these things You won't ever lear

Words on the tip of finger Spread across medium-sliced lines Sentences hover and linger Freed from the reason that binds Gathering leaves, scattering seeds Hopi

Spilled out from the nest Of your feathery throne From one summer's dream To a winter unknown Burning the bridges That your heart trails behind When you leave y