| Song | It's All Up Now |
| Artist | Fruupp |
| Album | Prince of Heaven's Eyes |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Houston | |
| It's all up now, | |
| The day is gone, | |
| The evening sun's shadows following me, | |
| The weather's warm, | |
| It took so long | |
| To be lonely now and all surrounded, | |
| But Killkee hasn't changed, | |
| For the warm west winds blow over, | |
| And maybe in the morning | |
| I'll go to Clifden fair again. | |
| Oh, when morning's home from England, | |
| With her yellow patent shoes, | |
| And some of the latest fashions, | |
| Make me rather look amused. | |
| And somewhere up in Galway, | |
| Her parents wheel away, | |
| So her father tell us, | |
| At church the other day. | |
| Oh, but Killkee hasn't changed, | |
| For the long lost years grow longer, | |
| Maybe in the morning, | |
| Tomorrow will bring a change. | |
| Hold on, hold on, | |
| What'll I do, | |
| I don't want to end up in a battle stew, | |
| So I packed my bags and buckled my shoes, | |
| Yeah, that's what I'll do, | |
| I'll make some money, see the world, | |
| A lot of new lessons have got to be learned, | |
| And maybe I'll be lucky with love, love, love… | |
| It's all up now, | |
| The clearings show, | |
| The rainbow's got its colours all around me, | |
| I'm on my way, | |
| This brand new day, | |
| To find the way that fortune cares to show me, | |
| Oh, but Killkee will never change, | |
| For the warm west winds blow over | |
| And maybe, wishful longing, | |
| I'll come back to you again someday. |
| zuo qu : Houston | |
| It' s all up now, | |
| The day is gone, | |
| The evening sun' s shadows following me, | |
| The weather' s warm, | |
| It took so long | |
| To be lonely now and all surrounded, | |
| But Killkee hasn' t changed, | |
| For the warm west winds blow over, | |
| And maybe in the morning | |
| I' ll go to Clifden fair again. | |
| Oh, when morning' s home from England, | |
| With her yellow patent shoes, | |
| And some of the latest fashions, | |
| Make me rather look amused. | |
| And somewhere up in Galway, | |
| Her parents wheel away, | |
| So her father tell us, | |
| At church the other day. | |
| Oh, but Killkee hasn' t changed, | |
| For the long lost years grow longer, | |
| Maybe in the morning, | |
| Tomorrow will bring a change. | |
| Hold on, hold on, | |
| What' ll I do, | |
| I don' t want to end up in a battle stew, | |
| So I packed my bags and buckled my shoes, | |
| Yeah, that' s what I' ll do, | |
| I' ll make some money, see the world, | |
| A lot of new lessons have got to be learned, | |
| And maybe I' ll be lucky with love, love, love | |
| It' s all up now, | |
| The clearings show, | |
| The rainbow' s got its colours all around me, | |
| I' m on my way, | |
| This brand new day, | |
| To find the way that fortune cares to show me, | |
| Oh, but Killkee will never change, | |
| For the warm west winds blow over | |
| And maybe, wishful longing, | |
| I' ll come back to you again someday. |
| zuò qǔ : Houston | |
| It' s all up now, | |
| The day is gone, | |
| The evening sun' s shadows following me, | |
| The weather' s warm, | |
| It took so long | |
| To be lonely now and all surrounded, | |
| But Killkee hasn' t changed, | |
| For the warm west winds blow over, | |
| And maybe in the morning | |
| I' ll go to Clifden fair again. | |
| Oh, when morning' s home from England, | |
| With her yellow patent shoes, | |
| And some of the latest fashions, | |
| Make me rather look amused. | |
| And somewhere up in Galway, | |
| Her parents wheel away, | |
| So her father tell us, | |
| At church the other day. | |
| Oh, but Killkee hasn' t changed, | |
| For the long lost years grow longer, | |
| Maybe in the morning, | |
| Tomorrow will bring a change. | |
| Hold on, hold on, | |
| What' ll I do, | |
| I don' t want to end up in a battle stew, | |
| So I packed my bags and buckled my shoes, | |
| Yeah, that' s what I' ll do, | |
| I' ll make some money, see the world, | |
| A lot of new lessons have got to be learned, | |
| And maybe I' ll be lucky with love, love, love | |
| It' s all up now, | |
| The clearings show, | |
| The rainbow' s got its colours all around me, | |
| I' m on my way, | |
| This brand new day, | |
| To find the way that fortune cares to show me, | |
| Oh, but Killkee will never change, | |
| For the warm west winds blow over | |
| And maybe, wishful longing, | |
| I' ll come back to you again someday. |