| Song | Hour Of Gold |
| Artist | Emmylou Harris |
| Album | Hickory Wind |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Harris | |
| I have seen your soul turn black | |
| And then retreat | |
| To that dark place where no one else may follow | |
| I waited here for your returning | |
| To roll your cigarette | |
| And wash your bloodied feet | |
| You have heard the silent running | |
| Of my dreams | |
| Broke me from the grip of grief and fever | |
| With the sound of your voice speaking my name | |
| And a kiss | |
| That I will feel forever | |
| In the hour of gold, the hour of lead | |
| WG did forge our wedding bed | |
| On a hard and holy road | |
| We lay down our head | |
| In tha hour of gold, the hour oi lead | |
| I have watched you riding on | |
| The wall of death | |
| And when il finally breaks you and you fall | |
| I will tear this dress of muslin that you gave me | |
| To bind the fatal wound | |
| And catch your last sweet breath | |
| In the hour of gold, the hour of lead | |
| We did forge our wedding bed | |
| On a hard and holy road | |
| We lay down our head | |
| In the hour of gold, the hour of lead | |
| But the world will be my witness when | |
| They excavate my heart | |
| And find the image of your face | |
| Imprinted there like some | |
| Shroud of | |
| Turin That neither time | |
| Nor tundra could erase | |
| In the hour of gold, the hour of lead | |
| We did forge our wedding bed | |
| On a hard and holy road | |
| We lay down our head | |
| In the hour of gold, the hour of lead |
| zuo ci : Harris | |
| I have seen your soul turn black | |
| And then retreat | |
| To that dark place where no one else may follow | |
| I waited here for your returning | |
| To roll your cigarette | |
| And wash your bloodied feet | |
| You have heard the silent running | |
| Of my dreams | |
| Broke me from the grip of grief and fever | |
| With the sound of your voice speaking my name | |
| And a kiss | |
| That I will feel forever | |
| In the hour of gold, the hour of lead | |
| WG did forge our wedding bed | |
| On a hard and holy road | |
| We lay down our head | |
| In tha hour of gold, the hour oi lead | |
| I have watched you riding on | |
| The wall of death | |
| And when il finally breaks you and you fall | |
| I will tear this dress of muslin that you gave me | |
| To bind the fatal wound | |
| And catch your last sweet breath | |
| In the hour of gold, the hour of lead | |
| We did forge our wedding bed | |
| On a hard and holy road | |
| We lay down our head | |
| In the hour of gold, the hour of lead | |
| But the world will be my witness when | |
| They excavate my heart | |
| And find the image of your face | |
| Imprinted there like some | |
| Shroud of | |
| Turin That neither time | |
| Nor tundra could erase | |
| In the hour of gold, the hour of lead | |
| We did forge our wedding bed | |
| On a hard and holy road | |
| We lay down our head | |
| In the hour of gold, the hour of lead |
| zuò cí : Harris | |
| I have seen your soul turn black | |
| And then retreat | |
| To that dark place where no one else may follow | |
| I waited here for your returning | |
| To roll your cigarette | |
| And wash your bloodied feet | |
| You have heard the silent running | |
| Of my dreams | |
| Broke me from the grip of grief and fever | |
| With the sound of your voice speaking my name | |
| And a kiss | |
| That I will feel forever | |
| In the hour of gold, the hour of lead | |
| WG did forge our wedding bed | |
| On a hard and holy road | |
| We lay down our head | |
| In tha hour of gold, the hour oi lead | |
| I have watched you riding on | |
| The wall of death | |
| And when il finally breaks you and you fall | |
| I will tear this dress of muslin that you gave me | |
| To bind the fatal wound | |
| And catch your last sweet breath | |
| In the hour of gold, the hour of lead | |
| We did forge our wedding bed | |
| On a hard and holy road | |
| We lay down our head | |
| In the hour of gold, the hour of lead | |
| But the world will be my witness when | |
| They excavate my heart | |
| And find the image of your face | |
| Imprinted there like some | |
| Shroud of | |
| Turin That neither time | |
| Nor tundra could erase | |
| In the hour of gold, the hour of lead | |
| We did forge our wedding bed | |
| On a hard and holy road | |
| We lay down our head | |
| In the hour of gold, the hour of lead |