掘金记 - 歌词大全

作词 : 海皮威尔 作曲 : 海皮威尔 Digging down and down for the good turf Waking all the fingers and thumbs Over my shoulder It's all about mire Did meeting by field that she said Roping that spade for sake Of the cloudless Hop in prit Everyone is chasing his own dragon Everyone is chasing his own dragon Do that again children of men To the faery to the land With a flowered snug sickle Do that again children of wild All to water all to the grains Which could stop being choked up Digging down and down for the good turf Waking all the fingers and thumbs Over my shoulder It's all about mire Did meeting by field that she said Roping that spade for sake Of the cloudless Hop in prit Do that again children of men To the faery to the land With a flowered snug sickle Do that again children of wild All to water all to the grains Which could stop being choked up Do that again children of noema Once to make it different There's fantasm guiding you to Do that again children of truth Find the mine find the tide And over is their antique joy