| Song | The Ocean Road |
| Artist | Runrig |
| Album | Everything You See |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : MacDonald, MacDonald | |
| I walked out, one morning fair | |
| By the ocean road to linger there | |
| And the sun was up, I saw a sea of blue | |
| But it was night in my heart for you | |
| And the turning wave filled my empty thoughts | |
| With a homing power that washed a sea of loss | |
| I saw my light, I held the flame | |
| That we should take this road again | |
| Once more than I can see it all again | |
| Like I was young | |
| Strong in heart and dreams | |
| Once more I'm staking all that's real | |
| Where the waters washed us clear | |
| Soaring like a bird | |
| Where do we go | |
| Where do we go | |
| On and over all we know | |
| Where do we go | |
| Where do we go | |
| Still the ocean rolled round this smallest sphere | |
| Through an endless void, to fade and disappear | |
| Our fickle hearts sat down in time | |
| For the fleeting beat of a last divide | |
| Once more than I can see it all again | |
| Like I was young | |
| Strong in heart and dreams | |
| Once more I'm staking all that's real | |
| Where the waters washed us clear | |
| Soaring like a bird | |
| Where do we go | |
| Where do we go | |
| On and over all we know | |
| Where do we go | |
| Where do we go | |
| ... | |
| Soaring like a bird | |
| Where do we go | |
| Where do we go | |
| On and over all we know | |
| Where do we go | |
| Where do we go |
| zuo qu : MacDonald, MacDonald | |
| I walked out, one morning fair | |
| By the ocean road to linger there | |
| And the sun was up, I saw a sea of blue | |
| But it was night in my heart for you | |
| And the turning wave filled my empty thoughts | |
| With a homing power that washed a sea of loss | |
| I saw my light, I held the flame | |
| That we should take this road again | |
| Once more than I can see it all again | |
| Like I was young | |
| Strong in heart and dreams | |
| Once more I' m staking all that' s real | |
| Where the waters washed us clear | |
| Soaring like a bird | |
| Where do we go | |
| Where do we go | |
| On and over all we know | |
| Where do we go | |
| Where do we go | |
| Still the ocean rolled round this smallest sphere | |
| Through an endless void, to fade and disappear | |
| Our fickle hearts sat down in time | |
| For the fleeting beat of a last divide | |
| Once more than I can see it all again | |
| Like I was young | |
| Strong in heart and dreams | |
| Once more I' m staking all that' s real | |
| Where the waters washed us clear | |
| Soaring like a bird | |
| Where do we go | |
| Where do we go | |
| On and over all we know | |
| Where do we go | |
| Where do we go | |
| ... | |
| Soaring like a bird | |
| Where do we go | |
| Where do we go | |
| On and over all we know | |
| Where do we go | |
| Where do we go |
| zuò qǔ : MacDonald, MacDonald | |
| I walked out, one morning fair | |
| By the ocean road to linger there | |
| And the sun was up, I saw a sea of blue | |
| But it was night in my heart for you | |
| And the turning wave filled my empty thoughts | |
| With a homing power that washed a sea of loss | |
| I saw my light, I held the flame | |
| That we should take this road again | |
| Once more than I can see it all again | |
| Like I was young | |
| Strong in heart and dreams | |
| Once more I' m staking all that' s real | |
| Where the waters washed us clear | |
| Soaring like a bird | |
| Where do we go | |
| Where do we go | |
| On and over all we know | |
| Where do we go | |
| Where do we go | |
| Still the ocean rolled round this smallest sphere | |
| Through an endless void, to fade and disappear | |
| Our fickle hearts sat down in time | |
| For the fleeting beat of a last divide | |
| Once more than I can see it all again | |
| Like I was young | |
| Strong in heart and dreams | |
| Once more I' m staking all that' s real | |
| Where the waters washed us clear | |
| Soaring like a bird | |
| Where do we go | |
| Where do we go | |
| On and over all we know | |
| Where do we go | |
| Where do we go | |
| ... | |
| Soaring like a bird | |
| Where do we go | |
| Where do we go | |
| On and over all we know | |
| Where do we go | |
| Where do we go |