| Song | Still Believing |
| Artist | Mary Black |
| Album | Babes in the Wood |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Moore | |
| Night owns my white bones but | |
| What's left is still saying | |
| Strange prayers in high places | |
| Wild airs with wilder graces | |
| Birds fly with no motion | |
| What draws me draws the ocean | |
| Chorus | |
| Down on my knees again, | |
| Still believing | |
| In the time of reason no more | |
| Down on my knees again | |
| Still believing | |
| Peace of mind is worth any chore | |
| Great dreams and laid schemes | |
| Just blown down by high winds | |
| And strong signs from old forces | |
| Wild dogs run trackless courses | |
| Night changes sweet mountain | |
| Vain hopes need cold fountains | |
| Chorus | |
| Night owns my white bones but | |
| What's left is still saying | |
| Chorus... |
| zuo ci : Moore | |
| Night owns my white bones but | |
| What' s left is still saying | |
| Strange prayers in high places | |
| Wild airs with wilder graces | |
| Birds fly with no motion | |
| What draws me draws the ocean | |
| Chorus | |
| Down on my knees again, | |
| Still believing | |
| In the time of reason no more | |
| Down on my knees again | |
| Still believing | |
| Peace of mind is worth any chore | |
| Great dreams and laid schemes | |
| Just blown down by high winds | |
| And strong signs from old forces | |
| Wild dogs run trackless courses | |
| Night changes sweet mountain | |
| Vain hopes need cold fountains | |
| Chorus | |
| Night owns my white bones but | |
| What' s left is still saying | |
| Chorus... |
| zuò cí : Moore | |
| Night owns my white bones but | |
| What' s left is still saying | |
| Strange prayers in high places | |
| Wild airs with wilder graces | |
| Birds fly with no motion | |
| What draws me draws the ocean | |
| Chorus | |
| Down on my knees again, | |
| Still believing | |
| In the time of reason no more | |
| Down on my knees again | |
| Still believing | |
| Peace of mind is worth any chore | |
| Great dreams and laid schemes | |
| Just blown down by high winds | |
| And strong signs from old forces | |
| Wild dogs run trackless courses | |
| Night changes sweet mountain | |
| Vain hopes need cold fountains | |
| Chorus | |
| Night owns my white bones but | |
| What' s left is still saying | |
| Chorus... |