| Song | Misfortunes |
| Artist | And Also the Trees |
| Album | From Horizon to Horizon |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Burrows, Jones | |
| I would chase the moons cold eye | |
| Into the bitterest day | |
| And I would watch the sun-dial | |
| And in its shadow stay | |
| So don't let me be afraid | |
| I would hear misfortunes cry | |
| Out of its virtuos face | |
| And I would watch the sun-dial | |
| And through its darkness race | |
| The silver star of morning | |
| Blinks down a tear from the sky | |
| The sun has now arisen | |
| The night closed its watchful eye | |
| So don't let me be afraid | |
| I would chase its ancient time | |
| Into the perilous wastes | |
| And I would watch the sun-dial | |
| And in its shadows wait | |
| So don't let me be afraid | |
| I would hear misfortunes cry | |
| Pay to its warning no heed | |
| As I would watch the sun-dial | |
| My darkest thoughts were freed | |
| The silver star of morning | |
| Blinks down a tear from the sky | |
| The sun has now arisen | |
| The night closed its watchful eye | |
| So don't let me be afraid | |
| Don't let me be afraid |
| zuo qu : Burrows, Jones | |
| I would chase the moons cold eye | |
| Into the bitterest day | |
| And I would watch the sundial | |
| And in its shadow stay | |
| So don' t let me be afraid | |
| I would hear misfortunes cry | |
| Out of its virtuos face | |
| And I would watch the sundial | |
| And through its darkness race | |
| The silver star of morning | |
| Blinks down a tear from the sky | |
| The sun has now arisen | |
| The night closed its watchful eye | |
| So don' t let me be afraid | |
| I would chase its ancient time | |
| Into the perilous wastes | |
| And I would watch the sundial | |
| And in its shadows wait | |
| So don' t let me be afraid | |
| I would hear misfortunes cry | |
| Pay to its warning no heed | |
| As I would watch the sundial | |
| My darkest thoughts were freed | |
| The silver star of morning | |
| Blinks down a tear from the sky | |
| The sun has now arisen | |
| The night closed its watchful eye | |
| So don' t let me be afraid | |
| Don' t let me be afraid |
| zuò qǔ : Burrows, Jones | |
| I would chase the moons cold eye | |
| Into the bitterest day | |
| And I would watch the sundial | |
| And in its shadow stay | |
| So don' t let me be afraid | |
| I would hear misfortunes cry | |
| Out of its virtuos face | |
| And I would watch the sundial | |
| And through its darkness race | |
| The silver star of morning | |
| Blinks down a tear from the sky | |
| The sun has now arisen | |
| The night closed its watchful eye | |
| So don' t let me be afraid | |
| I would chase its ancient time | |
| Into the perilous wastes | |
| And I would watch the sundial | |
| And in its shadows wait | |
| So don' t let me be afraid | |
| I would hear misfortunes cry | |
| Pay to its warning no heed | |
| As I would watch the sundial | |
| My darkest thoughts were freed | |
| The silver star of morning | |
| Blinks down a tear from the sky | |
| The sun has now arisen | |
| The night closed its watchful eye | |
| So don' t let me be afraid | |
| Don' t let me be afraid |