| Song | Gone Again |
| Artist | Patti Smith |
| Album | Gone Again |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Fred "Sonic" Smith/Patti Smith | |
| Hey, now man's own kin | |
| We commend into the wind | |
| Grateful arms, grateful limbs | |
| Grateful soul he's gone again | |
| [Incomprehensible] he's gone again | |
| I have a winter's tale | |
| A vagrant hearts relent prevail | |
| Sow their seed into the wind | |
| Seize the sky and they're gone again | |
| Fame is fleeting God is nigh | |
| We raise our arms to Him on night | |
| We shoot our flint into the sun | |
| We bless our spoils and we're gone, we're gone | |
| Hey, now man's own kin | |
| We commend into the wind | |
| Grateful arms, grateful limbs | |
| Grateful heart gone again | |
| Here a man, man's own kin | |
| He turned his back and his own people shot him | |
| And he fell on his knees before the burning plane | |
| And he beheld fields of gold his land, his sun | |
| And he arose his blood aflame | |
| The clouds pressed with hand prints stained | |
| One last breath the sky is high | |
| The hungry earth the empty vein | |
| The ashes rain death's own bed | |
| Man's own kin into the wind | |
| One last breath hole in life | |
| Love knot tied braid undone | |
| Child born the hollow horn | |
| Warrior cried a warrior died | |
| One last breath lick of flame | |
| Spirit moaned spirit shed | |
| The heavens fed man's own kin | |
| Grips the sky and he's gone again | |
| Hey, now man's own kin | |
| We lay down into the wind | |
| Grateful arms, grateful limbs | |
| Grateful heart he's gone again | |
| Hey, now man's own kin | |
| He ascends into the wind | |
| Grateful heart, grateful limbs | |
| Grateful man he's gone again |
| zuo qu : Fred " Sonic" Smith Patti Smith | |
| Hey, now man' s own kin | |
| We commend into the wind | |
| Grateful arms, grateful limbs | |
| Grateful soul he' s gone again | |
| Incomprehensible he' s gone again | |
| I have a winter' s tale | |
| A vagrant hearts relent prevail | |
| Sow their seed into the wind | |
| Seize the sky and they' re gone again | |
| Fame is fleeting God is nigh | |
| We raise our arms to Him on night | |
| We shoot our flint into the sun | |
| We bless our spoils and we' re gone, we' re gone | |
| Hey, now man' s own kin | |
| We commend into the wind | |
| Grateful arms, grateful limbs | |
| Grateful heart gone again | |
| Here a man, man' s own kin | |
| He turned his back and his own people shot him | |
| And he fell on his knees before the burning plane | |
| And he beheld fields of gold his land, his sun | |
| And he arose his blood aflame | |
| The clouds pressed with hand prints stained | |
| One last breath the sky is high | |
| The hungry earth the empty vein | |
| The ashes rain death' s own bed | |
| Man' s own kin into the wind | |
| One last breath hole in life | |
| Love knot tied braid undone | |
| Child born the hollow horn | |
| Warrior cried a warrior died | |
| One last breath lick of flame | |
| Spirit moaned spirit shed | |
| The heavens fed man' s own kin | |
| Grips the sky and he' s gone again | |
| Hey, now man' s own kin | |
| We lay down into the wind | |
| Grateful arms, grateful limbs | |
| Grateful heart he' s gone again | |
| Hey, now man' s own kin | |
| He ascends into the wind | |
| Grateful heart, grateful limbs | |
| Grateful man he' s gone again |
| zuò qǔ : Fred " Sonic" Smith Patti Smith | |
| Hey, now man' s own kin | |
| We commend into the wind | |
| Grateful arms, grateful limbs | |
| Grateful soul he' s gone again | |
| Incomprehensible he' s gone again | |
| I have a winter' s tale | |
| A vagrant hearts relent prevail | |
| Sow their seed into the wind | |
| Seize the sky and they' re gone again | |
| Fame is fleeting God is nigh | |
| We raise our arms to Him on night | |
| We shoot our flint into the sun | |
| We bless our spoils and we' re gone, we' re gone | |
| Hey, now man' s own kin | |
| We commend into the wind | |
| Grateful arms, grateful limbs | |
| Grateful heart gone again | |
| Here a man, man' s own kin | |
| He turned his back and his own people shot him | |
| And he fell on his knees before the burning plane | |
| And he beheld fields of gold his land, his sun | |
| And he arose his blood aflame | |
| The clouds pressed with hand prints stained | |
| One last breath the sky is high | |
| The hungry earth the empty vein | |
| The ashes rain death' s own bed | |
| Man' s own kin into the wind | |
| One last breath hole in life | |
| Love knot tied braid undone | |
| Child born the hollow horn | |
| Warrior cried a warrior died | |
| One last breath lick of flame | |
| Spirit moaned spirit shed | |
| The heavens fed man' s own kin | |
| Grips the sky and he' s gone again | |
| Hey, now man' s own kin | |
| We lay down into the wind | |
| Grateful arms, grateful limbs | |
| Grateful heart he' s gone again | |
| Hey, now man' s own kin | |
| He ascends into the wind | |
| Grateful heart, grateful limbs | |
| Grateful man he' s gone again |