LRC歌词
[ar:Peter, Paul & Mary]
[ti:Coming Of The Roads]
[by:]
[00:00.01]Coming Of The Roads - Peter, Paul & Mary (彼得、保罗与玛丽三重唱)
[00:00.02]Written by:Wheeler/Billy Edd
[00:29.76]Now that our mountain is growing
[00:38.04]With people hungry for wealth
[00:44.53]How come it's you that's a-going
[00:51.20]And I'm left all alone by myself
[00:59.17]We used to hunt the cool caverns
[01:07.43]Deep in our forest of green
[01:13.72]Then came the road and the tavern
[01:20.28]And you found a new love it seems
[01:28.37]Once I had you and the wild wood
[01:35.60]Now it's just dusty roads
[01:42.32]And I can't help but blamin' your going
[01:49.73]On the coming the coming of the roads
[01:58.75]Look how they've cut all to pieces
[02:06.02]Our ancient redwood and oak
[02:11.69]And the hillsides are stained with the greases
[02:19.21]That burned up the heavens with smoke
[02:26.73]You used to curse the bold crewmen
[02:35.05]Who stripped our earth of its ore
[02:40.81]Now you've changed and you've gone over to them
[02:48.12]And you've learned to love what you hated before
[02:55.99]Once I thanked God for my treasure
[03:03.32]Now like rust it corrodes
[03:10.05]And I can't help but blamin' your goin'
[03:17.44]On the coming the coming of the roads
[03:54.40]Once I thanked God for my treasure
[04:01.61]Now like rust it corrodes
[04:08.41]And I can't help but blamin' your goin'
[04:15.69]On the coming the coming of the roads
[04:23.00]And I can't help but blamin' your goin'
[04:30.73]On the coming the coming of the roads
文本歌词
Coming Of The Roads - Peter, Paul & Mary (彼得、保罗与玛丽三重唱)
Written by:Wheeler/Billy Edd
Now that our mountain is growing
With people hungry for wealth
How come it's you that's a-going
And I'm left all alone by myself
We used to hunt the cool caverns
Deep in our forest of green
Then came the road and the tavern
And you found a new love it seems
Once I had you and the wild wood
Now it's just dusty roads
And I can't help but blamin' your going
On the coming the coming of the roads
Look how they've cut all to pieces
Our ancient redwood and oak
And the hillsides are stained with the greases
That burned up the heavens with smoke
You used to curse the bold crewmen
Who stripped our earth of its ore
Now you've changed and you've gone over to them
And you've learned to love what you hated before
Once I thanked God for my treasure
Now like rust it corrodes
And I can't help but blamin' your goin'
On the coming the coming of the roads
Once I thanked God for my treasure
Now like rust it corrodes
And I can't help but blamin' your goin'
On the coming the coming of the roads
And I can't help but blamin' your goin'
On the coming the coming of the roads