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作词 : Frank Song Jr. |
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作曲 : Frank Song Jr. |
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I’ll take your hand |
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Lead me through trees of untouched land |
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Wade through lily pads |
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Shallow streams, to catch fish with just our hands |
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Sun sets west |
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Red flames and gold waves across your chest |
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Let’s head on back |
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Sip gin and hear the whip poor wills sing |
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Ooooh, ooooh, oooh, oooh |
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I’ll be writing as you dream |
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As my heart is bursting at the seams |
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The birds will signal your return |
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find me in slumber in your home |
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Kiss me gently as I wake |
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I’ll sleep till I hear the whip poor will sing |
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Ooooh, ooooh, oooh, oooh |
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you look out not at a sea of lighters swaying but a sea of lightning bugs, |
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and your calls for encore are the whipoorwills signaling its time to stop fishing |
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your dad turns the boat for home when the whippoorwills start, but by the time we get there |
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the bats are already swooping low catching the flies that were bothering us earlier |
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the beaver smacks its tail on the water at us intruding on its late night ramblings |
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We hold each other now, not knowing tomorrow, listening to the whippoorwills |
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Ooohh, ooooh, ooohhh, oooooh |
