| Song | Crescent Noon |
| Artist | Carpenters |
| Album | Close To You |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : John Bettis & Richard Carpenter | |
| 作词 : Bettis, Carpenter | |
| Green September | |
| Burned to | |
| October brown | |
| Bare November | |
| Led to December's frozen ground | |
| The seasons stumbled round | |
| Our drifting lives are bound | |
| To a falling crescent noon | |
| Feather clouds cry | |
| A vale of tears to earth | |
| Morning breaks and | |
| No one sees the quiet mountain birth | |
| Dressed in a brand new day | |
| The sun is on it's way | |
| To a falling crescent noon | |
| Somewhere in | |
| A fairytale of forest lies one | |
| Answer that is waiting to be heard | |
| You and I were | |
| Born like the breaking day | |
| All our seasons | |
| All our green | |
| September's burn away | |
| Slowly we'll fade into | |
| A sea of midnight blue | |
| And a falling crescent noon |
| zuo qu : John Bettis Richard Carpenter | |
| zuo ci : Bettis, Carpenter | |
| Green September | |
| Burned to | |
| October brown | |
| Bare November | |
| Led to December' s frozen ground | |
| The seasons stumbled round | |
| Our drifting lives are bound | |
| To a falling crescent noon | |
| Feather clouds cry | |
| A vale of tears to earth | |
| Morning breaks and | |
| No one sees the quiet mountain birth | |
| Dressed in a brand new day | |
| The sun is on it' s way | |
| To a falling crescent noon | |
| Somewhere in | |
| A fairytale of forest lies one | |
| Answer that is waiting to be heard | |
| You and I were | |
| Born like the breaking day | |
| All our seasons | |
| All our green | |
| September' s burn away | |
| Slowly we' ll fade into | |
| A sea of midnight blue | |
| And a falling crescent noon |
| zuò qǔ : John Bettis Richard Carpenter | |
| zuò cí : Bettis, Carpenter | |
| Green September | |
| Burned to | |
| October brown | |
| Bare November | |
| Led to December' s frozen ground | |
| The seasons stumbled round | |
| Our drifting lives are bound | |
| To a falling crescent noon | |
| Feather clouds cry | |
| A vale of tears to earth | |
| Morning breaks and | |
| No one sees the quiet mountain birth | |
| Dressed in a brand new day | |
| The sun is on it' s way | |
| To a falling crescent noon | |
| Somewhere in | |
| A fairytale of forest lies one | |
| Answer that is waiting to be heard | |
| You and I were | |
| Born like the breaking day | |
| All our seasons | |
| All our green | |
| September' s burn away | |
| Slowly we' ll fade into | |
| A sea of midnight blue | |
| And a falling crescent noon |