| Song | Fertile Rock - Live |
| Artist | Luka Bloom |
| Album | Amsterdam |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bloom | |
| In the flowering desert | |
| Lies the heart and soul of man | |
| Find a deep well to draw from | |
| And give back as you can | |
| In the moonlight musicians | |
| Hear their tunes in the Burren wind | |
| And in the shadows | |
| Where an old faith's sheltered, | |
| The painter's work begins | |
| Footsteps, I could learn to listen | |
| Footsteps, how I long to trace | |
| Footsteps, I could learn to listen | |
| To footsteps of an ancient race | |
| The fertile rock ... | |
| To the flowering desert | |
| Roll the wheels of greed | |
| Wells dry forever, | |
| The orchid starts to bleed | |
| Footsteps, I could learn to listen | |
| Footsteps, how I long to trace | |
| Footsteps, I could learn to listen | |
| To footsteps of an ancient race | |
| The fertile rock ... | |
| Fertile rock | |
| Ancient Place | |
| Walk there, walk there | |
| Footsteps | |
| Ancient Place | |
| Not for sale | |
| Walk there, walk there | |
| Fertile rock ... |
| zuo ci : Bloom | |
| In the flowering desert | |
| Lies the heart and soul of man | |
| Find a deep well to draw from | |
| And give back as you can | |
| In the moonlight musicians | |
| Hear their tunes in the Burren wind | |
| And in the shadows | |
| Where an old faith' s sheltered, | |
| The painter' s work begins | |
| Footsteps, I could learn to listen | |
| Footsteps, how I long to trace | |
| Footsteps, I could learn to listen | |
| To footsteps of an ancient race | |
| The fertile rock ... | |
| To the flowering desert | |
| Roll the wheels of greed | |
| Wells dry forever, | |
| The orchid starts to bleed | |
| Footsteps, I could learn to listen | |
| Footsteps, how I long to trace | |
| Footsteps, I could learn to listen | |
| To footsteps of an ancient race | |
| The fertile rock ... | |
| Fertile rock | |
| Ancient Place | |
| Walk there, walk there | |
| Footsteps | |
| Ancient Place | |
| Not for sale | |
| Walk there, walk there | |
| Fertile rock ... |
| zuò cí : Bloom | |
| In the flowering desert | |
| Lies the heart and soul of man | |
| Find a deep well to draw from | |
| And give back as you can | |
| In the moonlight musicians | |
| Hear their tunes in the Burren wind | |
| And in the shadows | |
| Where an old faith' s sheltered, | |
| The painter' s work begins | |
| Footsteps, I could learn to listen | |
| Footsteps, how I long to trace | |
| Footsteps, I could learn to listen | |
| To footsteps of an ancient race | |
| The fertile rock ... | |
| To the flowering desert | |
| Roll the wheels of greed | |
| Wells dry forever, | |
| The orchid starts to bleed | |
| Footsteps, I could learn to listen | |
| Footsteps, how I long to trace | |
| Footsteps, I could learn to listen | |
| To footsteps of an ancient race | |
| The fertile rock ... | |
| Fertile rock | |
| Ancient Place | |
| Walk there, walk there | |
| Footsteps | |
| Ancient Place | |
| Not for sale | |
| Walk there, walk there | |
| Fertile rock ... |