| Song | Falling Calling |
| Artist | The Hollies |
| Album | Hollies [1974] |
| 作词 : Clarke, Sylvester | |
| Lyrics：Clarke/Sylvester Music：Clarke/Sylvester | |
| Didn't believe in The Bible | |
| Didn't believe the Good Book | |
| Lord, Lord please help me, help me take a look | |
| These chains that I'm wearing really ain't my style | |
| Lord, Lord please help me, help me think awhile | |
| I know that I did something wrong | |
| I got into bad ways | |
| Well the judge, yes he put me down, for five thousand days | |
| Falling, falling, falling over you | |
| Calling, calling, I don't know what to do | |
| Falling, falling, falling over you | |
| Calling, calling, I don't know what to do | |
| The cell I am in is only six feet wide | |
| And six feet to the roof | |
| There's a window that's strung with only three bars | |
| Singing me the truth | |
| Fifty and seventy don't seem right | |
| Seventy ain't my age | |
| When I leave this place with a new face | |
| It's to turn another a new page | |
| Falling, falling, falling over you | |
| Calling, calling, I don't know what to do | |
| Falling, falling, falling over you | |
| Calling, calling, I don't know what to do | |
| Didn't believe in The Bible | |
| Didn't believe the Good Book | |
| Well now Lord, Lord please help me, help me take a look | |
| These chains that I'm wearing well they really ain't my style | |
| Well now Lord, Lord please help me, help me think awhile | |
| Falling, falling, falling over you | |
| Calling, calling, I don't know what to do | |
| Falling, falling, falling over you | |
| Calling, calling, I don't know what to do |
| zuò cí : Clarke, Sylvester | |
| Lyrics: Clarke Sylvester Music: Clarke Sylvester | |
| Didn' t believe in The Bible | |
| Didn' t believe the Good Book | |
| Lord, Lord please help me, help me take a look | |
| These chains that I' m wearing really ain' t my style | |
| Lord, Lord please help me, help me think awhile | |
| I know that I did something wrong | |
| I got into bad ways | |
| Well the judge, yes he put me down, for five thousand days | |
| Falling, falling, falling over you | |
| Calling, calling, I don' t know what to do | |
| Falling, falling, falling over you | |
| Calling, calling, I don' t know what to do | |
| The cell I am in is only six feet wide | |
| And six feet to the roof | |
| There' s a window that' s strung with only three bars | |
| Singing me the truth | |
| Fifty and seventy don' t seem right | |
| Seventy ain' t my age | |
| When I leave this place with a new face | |
| It' s to turn another a new page | |
| Falling, falling, falling over you | |
| Calling, calling, I don' t know what to do | |
| Falling, falling, falling over you | |
| Calling, calling, I don' t know what to do | |
| Didn' t believe in The Bible | |
| Didn' t believe the Good Book | |
| Well now Lord, Lord please help me, help me take a look | |
| These chains that I' m wearing well they really ain' t my style | |
| Well now Lord, Lord please help me, help me think awhile | |
| Falling, falling, falling over you | |
| Calling, calling, I don' t know what to do | |
| Falling, falling, falling over you | |
| Calling, calling, I don' t know what to do |