| Song | Anglokana |
| Artist | Seachange |
| Album | Lay of the Land |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Seachange | |
| On a hillside in the meadows | |
| By the old copse ring of oaks | |
| They lay down there as lovers | |
| But no words of love were spoke | |
| They had drunken all her daddy's wine | |
| Stole her mothers pills | |
| The sun had burned her brittle | |
| She had taken more than her fill | |
| So as she lay there sleeping | |
| He snapped a thick branch from a tree | |
| Took it too her pretty soft head | |
| Spilled her blood onto the green | |
| Dragged her body through the woods | |
| With his bare hands dug a grave | |
| Fell down across the fresh mound | |
| He was too drunk to pray | |
| On a hillside in the meadows | |
| By the old copse ring of oaks | |
| Are the graves of two young lovers | |
| Of which no more words are spoke | |
| Once the discoveries made its locked down permanent | |
| People ahead of their games get it wrong with bold claims | |
| She says the naivety of the seventies meant we | |
| Could take up torches and run into fields without fears | |
| And she talks in a way, all bookish, sincere | |
| And you wonder have you ever been there in your heart? | |
| There comes a point when you need something to hold onto | |
| The whole free love thing only works with some people | |
| Camera picks up on rude | |
| Camera picks up extreme | |
| Camera picks up confused | |
| Camera picks up on a boy | |
| If I came out to meet you | |
| Maybe if I made it clear | |
| Maybe if we waited a season | |
| Or just another year | |
| Midsummer night and the fires alight | |
| Deep in the shadows – the shadows of the copse | |
| And she's dancing circles around | |
| Singing songs she had no right to know | |
| Get home late the house is dark | |
| Sun still on your skin but there's a chill in your heart | |
| I should have known | |
| I should have known |
| zuo qu : Seachange | |
| On a hillside in the meadows | |
| By the old copse ring of oaks | |
| They lay down there as lovers | |
| But no words of love were spoke | |
| They had drunken all her daddy' s wine | |
| Stole her mothers pills | |
| The sun had burned her brittle | |
| She had taken more than her fill | |
| So as she lay there sleeping | |
| He snapped a thick branch from a tree | |
| Took it too her pretty soft head | |
| Spilled her blood onto the green | |
| Dragged her body through the woods | |
| With his bare hands dug a grave | |
| Fell down across the fresh mound | |
| He was too drunk to pray | |
| On a hillside in the meadows | |
| By the old copse ring of oaks | |
| Are the graves of two young lovers | |
| Of which no more words are spoke | |
| Once the discoveries made its locked down permanent | |
| People ahead of their games get it wrong with bold claims | |
| She says the naivety of the seventies meant we | |
| Could take up torches and run into fields without fears | |
| And she talks in a way, all bookish, sincere | |
| And you wonder have you ever been there in your heart? | |
| There comes a point when you need something to hold onto | |
| The whole free love thing only works with some people | |
| Camera picks up on rude | |
| Camera picks up extreme | |
| Camera picks up confused | |
| Camera picks up on a boy | |
| If I came out to meet you | |
| Maybe if I made it clear | |
| Maybe if we waited a season | |
| Or just another year | |
| Midsummer night and the fires alight | |
| Deep in the shadows the shadows of the copse | |
| And she' s dancing circles around | |
| Singing songs she had no right to know | |
| Get home late the house is dark | |
| Sun still on your skin but there' s a chill in your heart | |
| I should have known | |
| I should have known |
| zuò qǔ : Seachange | |
| On a hillside in the meadows | |
| By the old copse ring of oaks | |
| They lay down there as lovers | |
| But no words of love were spoke | |
| They had drunken all her daddy' s wine | |
| Stole her mothers pills | |
| The sun had burned her brittle | |
| She had taken more than her fill | |
| So as she lay there sleeping | |
| He snapped a thick branch from a tree | |
| Took it too her pretty soft head | |
| Spilled her blood onto the green | |
| Dragged her body through the woods | |
| With his bare hands dug a grave | |
| Fell down across the fresh mound | |
| He was too drunk to pray | |
| On a hillside in the meadows | |
| By the old copse ring of oaks | |
| Are the graves of two young lovers | |
| Of which no more words are spoke | |
| Once the discoveries made its locked down permanent | |
| People ahead of their games get it wrong with bold claims | |
| She says the naivety of the seventies meant we | |
| Could take up torches and run into fields without fears | |
| And she talks in a way, all bookish, sincere | |
| And you wonder have you ever been there in your heart? | |
| There comes a point when you need something to hold onto | |
| The whole free love thing only works with some people | |
| Camera picks up on rude | |
| Camera picks up extreme | |
| Camera picks up confused | |
| Camera picks up on a boy | |
| If I came out to meet you | |
| Maybe if I made it clear | |
| Maybe if we waited a season | |
| Or just another year | |
| Midsummer night and the fires alight | |
| Deep in the shadows the shadows of the copse | |
| And she' s dancing circles around | |
| Singing songs she had no right to know | |
| Get home late the house is dark | |
| Sun still on your skin but there' s a chill in your heart | |
| I should have known | |
| I should have known |