Lianne 《Mist Over the Moor》非常好听的英文原创歌曲

Frost threads the heather in silver lace My boots sink where no path shows its face The wind hums a tune I’ve never known Yet my bones remember every tone Breath held like a question Sky pale as old bone Something stirs beneath the stone O WIND, CARRY ME BACK TO THE BEGINNING! WHERE TIME IS JUST A RIVER IN THE MOOR! O MIST, LIFT YOUR VEIL WITHOUT WINNING— I’VE BEEN WAITING HERE LONG BEFORE! A crow calls from the standing stone Its shadow stretches all alone I touch the lichen, cold and deep Where centuries learned not to speak Feet numb but still walking Eyes dry but still wide Truth lives where maps run dry O WIND, CARRY ME BACK TO THE BEGINNING! WHERE TIME IS JUST A RIVER IN THE MOOR! O MIST, LIFT YOUR VEIL WITHOUT WINNING— I’VE BEEN WAITING HERE LONG BEFORE! No name for this ache No word for this light Just heather bending In the hush between night and white O WIND, CARRY ME BACK TO THE BEGINNING! WHERE TIME IS JUST A RIVER IN THE MOOR! O MIST, LIFT YOUR VEIL WITHOUT WINNING— I’VE BEEN WAITING HERE LONG BEFORE!