The Yeti Lyrics

	作词 : Clutch
	Standing waist high in snow
	What brought me here,
	I do not know
	Sky is filled with starry scenes
	Of heroes and their greatest deeds
	Satellites move across the sky
	And every year they multiply
	Father bear is sound asleep
	And will be so for several weeks
	Across the plain
	I see a figure
	Every instant growing bigger
	Instinct tells me to run away
	While faith proposes that
	I waveHe approaches to a rod
	I whisper up a prayer to god
	The stranger asks me with a grin"Do you have the time my friend?"
	Hima, Himalaya is my old time stomping ground(Oh yes, time is of the essence)
	Mani, Manitoba, better snows
	I've never found(Oh yes, time is of the essence)
	The author looms above his page
	And thinks it strange that at his age
	He can not find the proper words
	To describe his only world
	One would think that in a life
	Where no two snowflakes are alike
	One would have a brilliant rhyme
	For each and every bit of time
	Hima, Himalaya is my old time stomping ground(Oh yes, time is of the essence)
	Mani, Manitoba, better snows
	I've never found(Oh yes, time is of the essence)

	zuo ci : Clutch
	Standing waist high in snow
	What brought me here,
	I do not know
	Sky is filled with starry scenes
	Of heroes and their greatest deeds
	Satellites move across the sky
	And every year they multiply
	Father bear is sound asleep
	And will be so for several weeks
	Across the plain
	I see a figure
	Every instant growing bigger
	Instinct tells me to run away
	While faith proposes that
	I waveHe approaches to a rod
	I whisper up a prayer to god
	The stranger asks me with a grin" Do you have the time my friend?"
	Hima, Himalaya is my old time stomping ground Oh yes, time is of the essence
	Mani, Manitoba, better snows
	I' ve never found Oh yes, time is of the essence
	The author looms above his page
	And thinks it strange that at his age
	He can not find the proper words
	To describe his only world
	One would think that in a life
	Where no two snowflakes are alike
	One would have a brilliant rhyme
	For each and every bit of time
	Hima, Himalaya is my old time stomping ground Oh yes, time is of the essence
	Mani, Manitoba, better snows
	I' ve never found Oh yes, time is of the essence

	zuò cí : Clutch
	Standing waist high in snow
	What brought me here,
	I do not know
	Sky is filled with starry scenes
	Of heroes and their greatest deeds
	Satellites move across the sky
	And every year they multiply
	Father bear is sound asleep
	And will be so for several weeks
	Across the plain
	I see a figure
	Every instant growing bigger
	Instinct tells me to run away
	While faith proposes that
	I waveHe approaches to a rod
	I whisper up a prayer to god
	The stranger asks me with a grin" Do you have the time my friend?"
	Hima, Himalaya is my old time stomping ground Oh yes, time is of the essence
	Mani, Manitoba, better snows
	I' ve never found Oh yes, time is of the essence
	The author looms above his page
	And thinks it strange that at his age
	He can not find the proper words
	To describe his only world
	One would think that in a life
	Where no two snowflakes are alike
	One would have a brilliant rhyme
	For each and every bit of time
	Hima, Himalaya is my old time stomping ground Oh yes, time is of the essence
	Mani, Manitoba, better snows
	I' ve never found Oh yes, time is of the essence

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