On the Border (2001 Remaster) - Al Stewart.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Al Stewart
[00:01.000] 编曲 : Al Stewart
[00:02.000] 作曲 : Al Stewart
[00:29.888]The fishing boats go out across the evening water
[00:34.620]Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border
[00:39.268]The wind whips up the waves so loud
[00:42.138]The ghost moon sails among the clouds
[00:44.641]Turns the rifles into silver on the border
[00:57.351]On my wall the colours of the maps are running
[01:01.728]From Africa the winds they talk of changes coming
[01:06.461]The torches flare up in the night
[01:09.329]The hand that sets the farms alight
[01:11.520]Has spread the word to those who're waiting on the border
[01:19.533]In the village where I grew up
[01:21.579]Nothing seems the same
[01:23.864]Still you never see the change from day to day
[01:28.597]And no-one notices the customs slip away
[01:46.197]Late last night the rain was knocking at my window
[01:51.430]I moved across the darkened room and in the lampglow
[01:55.619]I thought I saw down in the street
[01:58.179]The spirit of the century
[02:00.005]Telling us that we're all standing on the border
[02:08.171]In the islands where I grew up
[02:10.191]Nothing seems the same
[02:12.387]It's just the patterns that remain
[02:13.984]An empty shell
[02:17.269]But there's a strangeness in the air you feel too well
[02:34.993]The fishing boats go out across the evening water
[02:39.507]Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border
[02:44.144]The wind whips up the waves so loud
[02:47.273]The ghost moon sails among the clouds
[02:49.314]Turns the rifles into silver on the border
[02:56.695]On the border
[03:01.482]On the border
[03:05.621]On the border
文本歌词
作词 : Al Stewart
编曲 : Al Stewart
作曲 : Al Stewart
The fishing boats go out across the evening water
Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border
The wind whips up the waves so loud
The ghost moon sails among the clouds
Turns the rifles into silver on the border
On my wall the colours of the maps are running
From Africa the winds they talk of changes coming
The torches flare up in the night
The hand that sets the farms alight
Has spread the word to those who're waiting on the border
In the village where I grew up
Nothing seems the same
Still you never see the change from day to day
And no-one notices the customs slip away
Late last night the rain was knocking at my window
I moved across the darkened room and in the lampglow
I thought I saw down in the street
The spirit of the century
Telling us that we're all standing on the border
In the islands where I grew up
Nothing seems the same
It's just the patterns that remain
An empty shell
But there's a strangeness in the air you feel too well
The fishing boats go out across the evening water
Smuggling guns and arms across the Spanish border
The wind whips up the waves so loud
The ghost moon sails among the clouds
Turns the rifles into silver on the border
On the border
On the border
On the border