| Song | Dark The Night - Alternate Take |
| Artist | Sandy Denny |
| Album | The Notes And The Words: A Collection Of Demos And Rarities |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Denny | |
| Love, oh don't we know how can the river flow | |
| Without you. | |
| Warming like the sand upon the land. | |
| How can we doubt you? | |
| Dark to me the night and dim the morning light | |
| Tomorrow. | |
| How can we not see the simple melody | |
| Of sorrow? | |
| Oh to be with you, oh to see them through | |
| Those days when we think you are gone, | |
| They are so lonesome, and so long. | |
| What shall we do? | |
| Parting comes to soon, my weary tune | |
| Has lost its pleasure. | |
| Waiting for the time, this lonely wine | |
| Has lost its treasure. | |
| Dark to me the night and dim the morning light | |
| Tomorrow. | |
| How can we not see the simple melody | |
| Of sorrow? | |
| Oh to be with you, oh to see them through | |
| These days when we think you are gone, | |
| They are so lonesome, and so long. | |
| What shall i do? |
| zuo ci : Denny | |
| Love, oh don' t we know how can the river flow | |
| Without you. | |
| Warming like the sand upon the land. | |
| How can we doubt you? | |
| Dark to me the night and dim the morning light | |
| Tomorrow. | |
| How can we not see the simple melody | |
| Of sorrow? | |
| Oh to be with you, oh to see them through | |
| Those days when we think you are gone, | |
| They are so lonesome, and so long. | |
| What shall we do? | |
| Parting comes to soon, my weary tune | |
| Has lost its pleasure. | |
| Waiting for the time, this lonely wine | |
| Has lost its treasure. | |
| Dark to me the night and dim the morning light | |
| Tomorrow. | |
| How can we not see the simple melody | |
| Of sorrow? | |
| Oh to be with you, oh to see them through | |
| These days when we think you are gone, | |
| They are so lonesome, and so long. | |
| What shall i do? |
| zuò cí : Denny | |
| Love, oh don' t we know how can the river flow | |
| Without you. | |
| Warming like the sand upon the land. | |
| How can we doubt you? | |
| Dark to me the night and dim the morning light | |
| Tomorrow. | |
| How can we not see the simple melody | |
| Of sorrow? | |
| Oh to be with you, oh to see them through | |
| Those days when we think you are gone, | |
| They are so lonesome, and so long. | |
| What shall we do? | |
| Parting comes to soon, my weary tune | |
| Has lost its pleasure. | |
| Waiting for the time, this lonely wine | |
| Has lost its treasure. | |
| Dark to me the night and dim the morning light | |
| Tomorrow. | |
| How can we not see the simple melody | |
| Of sorrow? | |
| Oh to be with you, oh to see them through | |
| These days when we think you are gone, | |
| They are so lonesome, and so long. | |
| What shall i do? |