Canadian Rose Lyrics

Song	Canadian Rose
Artist	Blues Traveler
Album	Straight On Till Morning
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	作曲 : John Popper
	作词 : Blues Traveler, Popper
	Lyrics：John Popper Music：John Popper
	Autumn air it carries me there
	Less than an hour to go
	Six hundred miles an hour
	And still it feels so slow
	I'm trying to get back to Burlington
	To a square in the center of town
	To a spot on a wooden table
	Where her feet didn't reach the ground
	And shen she kisses me it tasted like cinnamon
	And her skin smells of cider and rose
	And when she looked at me we both got quiet
	And my heart beats so hard we were in so close
	Once for such a beautiful while that still makes me smile
	And she called me her ugly American
	And I would call her my Canadian flower
	And I don't think that we'll ever get there again
	We had such power
	And she would call me her ugly American
	And I'll remember my Canadian rose
	Especially when the fall comes to Burlington
	We were in so close
	I finally made it this town looks rearranged
	I don't know these people anymore
	But in the best ways not much else has changed
	From the way it was before
	And at least they still have this certain table
	Where I once carved a particular name
	I run my finger through the weathered carving
	And I almost can feel the same
	And my mouth it almost tastes just like cinnamon
	As I ponder what my pilgrimage means
	And I try to figure out where Vancouver is from here
	And I listen to the leaves
	If only for a beautiful while that still makes me smile
	And she called me her ugly American
	And I would call her my Canadian flower
	And I don't think that we'll ever get there again
	We had such power
	And she would call me her ugly American
	And I'll remember my Canadian rose
	Especially when the fall comes to Burlington
	We were in so close
	And every single hope and dream I could ever conjure up
	Passionately springs in me and all things are possible
	Plausible and perfectly both of ours forever after and every day
	At least it seemed that way
	Once for such a beautiful while that still makes me smile
	And she called me her ugly American
	And I would call her my Canadian flower
	And I don't think that we'll ever get there again
	We had such power
	And she would call me her ugly American
	And I'll remember my Canadian rose
	Especially when the fall comes to Burlington
	We were in so close

	zuo qu : John Popper
	zuo ci : Blues Traveler, Popper
	Lyrics: John Popper Music: John Popper
	Autumn air it carries me there
	Less than an hour to go
	Six hundred miles an hour
	And still it feels so slow
	I' m trying to get back to Burlington
	To a square in the center of town
	To a spot on a wooden table
	Where her feet didn' t reach the ground
	And shen she kisses me it tasted like cinnamon
	And her skin smells of cider and rose
	And when she looked at me we both got quiet
	And my heart beats so hard we were in so close
	Once for such a beautiful while that still makes me smile
	And she called me her ugly American
	And I would call her my Canadian flower
	And I don' t think that we' ll ever get there again
	We had such power
	And she would call me her ugly American
	And I' ll remember my Canadian rose
	Especially when the fall comes to Burlington
	We were in so close
	I finally made it this town looks rearranged
	I don' t know these people anymore
	But in the best ways not much else has changed
	From the way it was before
	And at least they still have this certain table
	Where I once carved a particular name
	I run my finger through the weathered carving
	And I almost can feel the same
	And my mouth it almost tastes just like cinnamon
	As I ponder what my pilgrimage means
	And I try to figure out where Vancouver is from here
	And I listen to the leaves
	If only for a beautiful while that still makes me smile
	And she called me her ugly American
	And I would call her my Canadian flower
	And I don' t think that we' ll ever get there again
	We had such power
	And she would call me her ugly American
	And I' ll remember my Canadian rose
	Especially when the fall comes to Burlington
	We were in so close
	And every single hope and dream I could ever conjure up
	Passionately springs in me and all things are possible
	Plausible and perfectly both of ours forever after and every day
	At least it seemed that way
	Once for such a beautiful while that still makes me smile
	And she called me her ugly American
	And I would call her my Canadian flower
	And I don' t think that we' ll ever get there again
	We had such power
	And she would call me her ugly American
	And I' ll remember my Canadian rose
	Especially when the fall comes to Burlington
	We were in so close

	zuò qǔ : John Popper
	zuò cí : Blues Traveler, Popper
	Lyrics: John Popper Music: John Popper
	Autumn air it carries me there
	Less than an hour to go
	Six hundred miles an hour
	And still it feels so slow
	I' m trying to get back to Burlington
	To a square in the center of town
	To a spot on a wooden table
	Where her feet didn' t reach the ground
	And shen she kisses me it tasted like cinnamon
	And her skin smells of cider and rose
	And when she looked at me we both got quiet
	And my heart beats so hard we were in so close
	Once for such a beautiful while that still makes me smile
	And she called me her ugly American
	And I would call her my Canadian flower
	And I don' t think that we' ll ever get there again
	We had such power
	And she would call me her ugly American
	And I' ll remember my Canadian rose
	Especially when the fall comes to Burlington
	We were in so close
	I finally made it this town looks rearranged
	I don' t know these people anymore
	But in the best ways not much else has changed
	From the way it was before
	And at least they still have this certain table
	Where I once carved a particular name
	I run my finger through the weathered carving
	And I almost can feel the same
	And my mouth it almost tastes just like cinnamon
	As I ponder what my pilgrimage means
	And I try to figure out where Vancouver is from here
	And I listen to the leaves
	If only for a beautiful while that still makes me smile
	And she called me her ugly American
	And I would call her my Canadian flower
	And I don' t think that we' ll ever get there again
	We had such power
	And she would call me her ugly American
	And I' ll remember my Canadian rose
	Especially when the fall comes to Burlington
	We were in so close
	And every single hope and dream I could ever conjure up
	Passionately springs in me and all things are possible
	Plausible and perfectly both of ours forever after and every day
	At least it seemed that way
	Once for such a beautiful while that still makes me smile
	And she called me her ugly American
	And I would call her my Canadian flower
	And I don' t think that we' ll ever get there again
	We had such power
	And she would call me her ugly American
	And I' ll remember my Canadian rose
	Especially when the fall comes to Burlington
	We were in so close

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