LRC歌词
[ti:The Grave]
[ar:Don McLean]
[00:00.10]The Grave - Don McLean
[00:00.69]The grave that they dug him had flowers
[00:06.00]Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colours
[00:11.05]And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone
[00:16.66]He's gone
[00:28.53]When the wars of our nation did beckon
[00:33.72]A man barely twenty did answer the calling
[00:38.15]Proud of the trust that he placed in our nation
[00:42.80]He's gone
[00:45.87]But eternity knows him
[00:48.35]And it knows what we've done
[00:55.20]And the rain fell like pearls
[00:58.87]On the leaves of the flowers
[01:02.35]Leaving brown muddy clay
[01:05.40]Where the earth had been dry
[01:09.21]And deep in the trench
[01:12.49]He waited for hours
[01:15.83]As he held to his rifle
[01:19.72]And prayed not to die
[01:23.31]But the silence of night
[01:26.54]Was shattered by fire
[01:29.93]As guns and grenades
[01:31.97]Blasted sharp through the air
[01:36.68]One after another
[01:38.44]His comrades were slaughtered
[01:42.29]In morgue of marines
[01:45.53]Alone standing there
[01:49.08]He crouched ever lower
[01:51.63]Ever lower with fear
[01:54.80]They can't let me die
[01:57.22]They can't let me die here
[02:00.77]I'll cover myself
[02:03.37]With the mud and the earth
[02:06.63]I'll cover myself
[02:09.24]I know I'm not brave
[02:12.31]The earth
[02:14.29]The earth
[02:15.55]The earth is my grave
[02:49.15]The grave that they dug him had flowers
[02:54.88]Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colours
[03:00.35]And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone
[03:07.78]He's gone
文本歌词
The Grave - Don McLean
The grave that they dug him had flowers
Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colours
And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone
He's gone
When the wars of our nation did beckon
A man barely twenty did answer the calling
Proud of the trust that he placed in our nation
He's gone
But eternity knows him
And it knows what we've done
And the rain fell like pearls
On the leaves of the flowers
Leaving brown muddy clay
Where the earth had been dry
And deep in the trench
He waited for hours
As he held to his rifle
And prayed not to die
But the silence of night
Was shattered by fire
As guns and grenades
Blasted sharp through the air
One after another
His comrades were slaughtered
In morgue of marines
Alone standing there
He crouched ever lower
Ever lower with fear
They can't let me die
They can't let me die here
I'll cover myself
With the mud and the earth
I'll cover myself
I know I'm not brave
The earth
The earth
The earth is my grave
The grave that they dug him had flowers
Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colours
And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone
He's gone
