| Song | Whirl Away |
| Artist | Patti Smith |
| Album | Peace & Noise |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Lenny Kaye/Oliver Ray/Patti Smith | |
| hello friend I've come a-calling | |
| passively stationed | |
| active patrol | |
| sliding in at high noon like some reluctant sheriff | |
| not want to get involved in it all | |
| who stands guard for each other | |
| why must we guard anything at all | |
| anything at all | |
| from the earth's four corners the people are calling | |
| forming equations but the questions are hard | |
| all men are brothers killing each other | |
| and mother earth is wringing in wonder | |
| who stands guard for each other | |
| why must we guard anything at all | |
| anything at all | |
| whirl away now | |
| whirl away now | |
| whirl away now | |
| whirl away | |
| there's a cross on the road | |
| there's a great mill turning | |
| some seeking answers | |
| some born to dancers | |
| you can hold on the blade and turn around forever | |
| be flung into space into another kind of grace | |
| who stands guard for each other | |
| why must we guard anything at all | |
| anything at all | |
| whirl away now | |
| whirl away now | |
| whirl away now | |
| whirl away | |
| whirl away now | |
| whirl away now | |
| whirl away now | |
| whirl away | |
| some giveth their hand | |
| some giveth their land | |
| some giveth their life | |
| you lay in the fields of grain | |
| the staff of life all around you | |
| but yet you, you will cut someone down for their possessions | |
| some material thing | |
| and our children are being blown away like wishes in the wind | |
| for the sake of their coat | |
| or the colors of their coat | |
| or the color of their skin | |
| or the name on their shoes | |
| and the mother cries Why they taken my son? | |
| and the father wonders Are they taking my boy? | |
| he extended his hand | |
| he gave them his land | |
| he gave them his bread | |
| he gave them his heart | |
| said hello friend | |
| hello friend | |
| hello friend | |
| hello friend. | |
| hello friend |
| zuo qu : Lenny Kaye Oliver Ray Patti Smith | |
| hello friend I' ve come acalling | |
| passively stationed | |
| active patrol | |
| sliding in at high noon like some reluctant sheriff | |
| not want to get involved in it all | |
| who stands guard for each other | |
| why must we guard anything at all | |
| anything at all | |
| from the earth' s four corners the people are calling | |
| forming equations but the questions are hard | |
| all men are brothers killing each other | |
| and mother earth is wringing in wonder | |
| who stands guard for each other | |
| why must we guard anything at all | |
| anything at all | |
| whirl away now | |
| whirl away now | |
| whirl away now | |
| whirl away | |
| there' s a cross on the road | |
| there' s a great mill turning | |
| some seeking answers | |
| some born to dancers | |
| you can hold on the blade and turn around forever | |
| be flung into space into another kind of grace | |
| who stands guard for each other | |
| why must we guard anything at all | |
| anything at all | |
| whirl away now | |
| whirl away now | |
| whirl away now | |
| whirl away | |
| whirl away now | |
| whirl away now | |
| whirl away now | |
| whirl away | |
| some giveth their hand | |
| some giveth their land | |
| some giveth their life | |
| you lay in the fields of grain | |
| the staff of life all around you | |
| but yet you, you will cut someone down for their possessions | |
| some material thing | |
| and our children are being blown away like wishes in the wind | |
| for the sake of their coat | |
| or the colors of their coat | |
| or the color of their skin | |
| or the name on their shoes | |
| and the mother cries Why they taken my son? | |
| and the father wonders Are they taking my boy? | |
| he extended his hand | |
| he gave them his land | |
| he gave them his bread | |
| he gave them his heart | |
| said hello friend | |
| hello friend | |
| hello friend | |
| hello friend. | |
| hello friend |
| zuò qǔ : Lenny Kaye Oliver Ray Patti Smith | |
| hello friend I' ve come acalling | |
| passively stationed | |
| active patrol | |
| sliding in at high noon like some reluctant sheriff | |
| not want to get involved in it all | |
| who stands guard for each other | |
| why must we guard anything at all | |
| anything at all | |
| from the earth' s four corners the people are calling | |
| forming equations but the questions are hard | |
| all men are brothers killing each other | |
| and mother earth is wringing in wonder | |
| who stands guard for each other | |
| why must we guard anything at all | |
| anything at all | |
| whirl away now | |
| whirl away now | |
| whirl away now | |
| whirl away | |
| there' s a cross on the road | |
| there' s a great mill turning | |
| some seeking answers | |
| some born to dancers | |
| you can hold on the blade and turn around forever | |
| be flung into space into another kind of grace | |
| who stands guard for each other | |
| why must we guard anything at all | |
| anything at all | |
| whirl away now | |
| whirl away now | |
| whirl away now | |
| whirl away | |
| whirl away now | |
| whirl away now | |
| whirl away now | |
| whirl away | |
| some giveth their hand | |
| some giveth their land | |
| some giveth their life | |
| you lay in the fields of grain | |
| the staff of life all around you | |
| but yet you, you will cut someone down for their possessions | |
| some material thing | |
| and our children are being blown away like wishes in the wind | |
| for the sake of their coat | |
| or the colors of their coat | |
| or the color of their skin | |
| or the name on their shoes | |
| and the mother cries Why they taken my son? | |
| and the father wonders Are they taking my boy? | |
| he extended his hand | |
| he gave them his land | |
| he gave them his bread | |
| he gave them his heart | |
| said hello friend | |
| hello friend | |
| hello friend | |
| hello friend. | |
| hello friend |