| Song | The News From Spain |
| Artist | Al Stewart |
| Album | Orange |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Stewart | |
| I have heard the news from | |
| Spain Now you say you've many things yet to be learning | |
| And you don't know if or when you'll be returning | |
| It depends on how | |
| Everything works out | |
| If it can somehow | |
| In Carvajal | |
| And I have heard the news from | |
| Spain Now you've found someone you don't have to be tied to | |
| And he dried your eyes, and later he lay beside you | |
| As the simple wine | |
| Of the flow of time | |
| Pulled us out of rhyme | |
| In Carvajal | |
| Into a taxi and down to the airport | |
| In only the clothes | |
| I was standing in | |
| A scribbled address, a toothbrush, a passport | |
| The money we saved in the biscuit tin | |
| Running afraid to a strange | |
| Spanish town | |
| Searching the sands and the shoreline... | |
| And I have heard the news from | |
| Spain Now the | |
| Winter winds possess the | |
| Southern reaches | |
| And the sea folds like a mantle on the beaches | |
| And the crowds have gone | |
| And I've left my song | |
| To be killed alone | |
| In Carvajal | |
| In Carvajal | |
| In Carvajal |
| zuo ci : Stewart | |
| I have heard the news from | |
| Spain Now you say you' ve many things yet to be learning | |
| And you don' t know if or when you' ll be returning | |
| It depends on how | |
| Everything works out | |
| If it can somehow | |
| In Carvajal | |
| And I have heard the news from | |
| Spain Now you' ve found someone you don' t have to be tied to | |
| And he dried your eyes, and later he lay beside you | |
| As the simple wine | |
| Of the flow of time | |
| Pulled us out of rhyme | |
| In Carvajal | |
| Into a taxi and down to the airport | |
| In only the clothes | |
| I was standing in | |
| A scribbled address, a toothbrush, a passport | |
| The money we saved in the biscuit tin | |
| Running afraid to a strange | |
| Spanish town | |
| Searching the sands and the shoreline... | |
| And I have heard the news from | |
| Spain Now the | |
| Winter winds possess the | |
| Southern reaches | |
| And the sea folds like a mantle on the beaches | |
| And the crowds have gone | |
| And I' ve left my song | |
| To be killed alone | |
| In Carvajal | |
| In Carvajal | |
| In Carvajal |
| zuò cí : Stewart | |
| I have heard the news from | |
| Spain Now you say you' ve many things yet to be learning | |
| And you don' t know if or when you' ll be returning | |
| It depends on how | |
| Everything works out | |
| If it can somehow | |
| In Carvajal | |
| And I have heard the news from | |
| Spain Now you' ve found someone you don' t have to be tied to | |
| And he dried your eyes, and later he lay beside you | |
| As the simple wine | |
| Of the flow of time | |
| Pulled us out of rhyme | |
| In Carvajal | |
| Into a taxi and down to the airport | |
| In only the clothes | |
| I was standing in | |
| A scribbled address, a toothbrush, a passport | |
| The money we saved in the biscuit tin | |
| Running afraid to a strange | |
| Spanish town | |
| Searching the sands and the shoreline... | |
| And I have heard the news from | |
| Spain Now the | |
| Winter winds possess the | |
| Southern reaches | |
| And the sea folds like a mantle on the beaches | |
| And the crowds have gone | |
| And I' ve left my song | |
| To be killed alone | |
| In Carvajal | |
| In Carvajal | |
| In Carvajal |