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In the Passage的歌词
in the passage - dan fogelberg
there's a ring around the moon tonight
and a chill in the air
and a fire in the stars that
hang so near
so near
there's a sound in the wind that blows
through the wild mountain holds
like the sighs of a thousand crying souls
crying souls
there's a time when the traveller
is fated to find
that insight has turned his gaze
behind behind
and the steps taken yesterday
will beckon again
and lead to his weary journey's end
journey's end.
and in the passage
from the cradle to the grave
we are born madly dancing
rushing headlong through the
crashing of the days
we run on and on
without a backwards glance
we run on and on
without a backwards glance
but i cast my fate with the
wife of lot
i turned my gaze around
knowing neither what was sought
nor what was to be found
heeding weakness feeding
strength
life at length is frail
i seek again the river's source
through time's dark shadowed veil
in the fast fading century as we spin through the years
i pray that our failing vision
clears our vision clears
and in the passage
from the cradle to the grave
we are born madly dancing
rushing headlong through the
crashing of the days
we run on and on
without a backwards glance
we run on and on
without a backwards glance
the places dash and the faces
dart
like fishes in a dream
hiding neath the murky banks
of long forgotten streams
the lines of life are never long
when seen from end to end
the future's never coming
and the past has never been
there's a ring around the moon tonight
and a chill in the air
and a fire in the stars that
hang so near
so near
there's a ring around the moon tonight
and a chill in the air
and a fire in the stars that
hang so near
so near
there's a sound in the wind that blows
through the wild mountain holds
like the sighs of a thousand crying souls
crying souls
there's a time when the traveller
is fated to find
that insight has turned his gaze
behind behind
and the steps taken yesterday
will beckon again
and lead to his weary journey's end
journey's end.
and in the passage
from the cradle to the grave
we are born madly dancing
rushing headlong through the
crashing of the days
we run on and on
without a backwards glance
we run on and on
without a backwards glance
but i cast my fate with the
wife of lot
i turned my gaze around
knowing neither what was sought
nor what was to be found
heeding weakness feeding
strength
life at length is frail
i seek again the river's source
through time's dark shadowed veil
in the fast fading century as we spin through the years
i pray that our failing vision
clears our vision clears
and in the passage
from the cradle to the grave
we are born madly dancing
rushing headlong through the
crashing of the days
we run on and on
without a backwards glance
we run on and on
without a backwards glance
the places dash and the faces
dart
like fishes in a dream
hiding neath the murky banks
of long forgotten streams
the lines of life are never long
when seen from end to end
the future's never coming
and the past has never been
there's a ring around the moon tonight
and a chill in the air
and a fire in the stars that
hang so near
so near