The Color Of The Wind Lyrics
| Song | The Color Of The Wind |
| Artist | Kevin Buchanan |
| Album | Silvertown |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Kevin Buchanan |
| [00:03.07] | The Color Of The Wind - Kevin Buchanan |
| [00:17.06] | Little house out in Denver |
| [00:20.52] | Front porch is where we sat |
| [00:24.34] | After seventy years he always had a story to be told |
| [00:31.94] | In the evening under the moonlight |
| [00:36.22] | Grandpa would talk about wrong and right |
| [00:40.13] | And show me old pictures of his days riding high in the Rodeo |
| [00:48.56] | Like a leaf on the breeze |
| [00:52.50] | He blew from town to town |
| [00:55.93] | From Cheyanne down to Texas |
| [00:59.91] | He'd make each go round |
| [01:03.32] | If you guess the color of the wind |
| [01:08.26] | a cowboy's life shows the season |
| [01:11.74] | He holds a feeling that's invisible to the eye |
| [01:18.98] | So let the campfire songs play out |
| [01:23.50] | On a range that's worn and fading just like him |
| [01:29.43] | blending with the color of the wind |
| [01:51.69] | No one can predict the rain |
| [01:54.96] | Unlike the cowboy that's riding the plains |
| [01:58.93] | Feeling the thunder before the storm he lives his life that way |
| [02:06.54] | Though the shine from his buckles have faded through years |
| [02:10.64] | The love for his country to me is clear |
| [02:14.57] | He may be the last of a dying breed but his spirit will forever ride the range |
| [02:23.02] | And as I pulled out of the drive |
| [02:30.26] | A piece of history vanished before my eyes |
| [02:38.08] | If you guess the color of the wind |
| [02:42.03] | A cowboy's life show the season |
| [02:46.08] | He holds a feeling that's invisible to the eye |
| [02:53.28] | So let the campfire songs play out |
| [02:57.62] | On a range that's worn and fading just like him |
| [03:04.23] | Blending with the color of the wind |
| [03:25.36] | So let the campfire songs play out |
| [03:29.23] | On a range that's worn and fading just like him |
| [03:35.21] | Blending with the color of the wind |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Kevin Buchanan |
| [00:03.07] | The Color Of The Wind Kevin Buchanan |
| [00:17.06] | Little house out in Denver |
| [00:20.52] | Front porch is where we sat |
| [00:24.34] | After seventy years he always had a story to be told |
| [00:31.94] | In the evening under the moonlight |
| [00:36.22] | Grandpa would talk about wrong and right |
| [00:40.13] | And show me old pictures of his days riding high in the Rodeo |
| [00:48.56] | Like a leaf on the breeze |
| [00:52.50] | He blew from town to town |
| [00:55.93] | From Cheyanne down to Texas |
| [00:59.91] | He' d make each go round |
| [01:03.32] | If you guess the color of the wind |
| [01:08.26] | a cowboy' s life shows the season |
| [01:11.74] | He holds a feeling that' s invisible to the eye |
| [01:18.98] | So let the campfire songs play out |
| [01:23.50] | On a range that' s worn and fading just like him |
| [01:29.43] | blending with the color of the wind |
| [01:51.69] | No one can predict the rain |
| [01:54.96] | Unlike the cowboy that' s riding the plains |
| [01:58.93] | Feeling the thunder before the storm he lives his life that way |
| [02:06.54] | Though the shine from his buckles have faded through years |
| [02:10.64] | The love for his country to me is clear |
| [02:14.57] | He may be the last of a dying breed but his spirit will forever ride the range |
| [02:23.02] | And as I pulled out of the drive |
| [02:30.26] | A piece of history vanished before my eyes |
| [02:38.08] | If you guess the color of the wind |
| [02:42.03] | A cowboy' s life show the season |
| [02:46.08] | He holds a feeling that' s invisible to the eye |
| [02:53.28] | So let the campfire songs play out |
| [02:57.62] | On a range that' s worn and fading just like him |
| [03:04.23] | Blending with the color of the wind |
| [03:25.36] | So let the campfire songs play out |
| [03:29.23] | On a range that' s worn and fading just like him |
| [03:35.21] | Blending with the color of the wind |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Kevin Buchanan |
| [00:03.07] | The Color Of The Wind Kevin Buchanan |
| [00:17.06] | Little house out in Denver |
| [00:20.52] | Front porch is where we sat |
| [00:24.34] | After seventy years he always had a story to be told |
| [00:31.94] | In the evening under the moonlight |
| [00:36.22] | Grandpa would talk about wrong and right |
| [00:40.13] | And show me old pictures of his days riding high in the Rodeo |
| [00:48.56] | Like a leaf on the breeze |
| [00:52.50] | He blew from town to town |
| [00:55.93] | From Cheyanne down to Texas |
| [00:59.91] | He' d make each go round |
| [01:03.32] | If you guess the color of the wind |
| [01:08.26] | a cowboy' s life shows the season |
| [01:11.74] | He holds a feeling that' s invisible to the eye |
| [01:18.98] | So let the campfire songs play out |
| [01:23.50] | On a range that' s worn and fading just like him |
| [01:29.43] | blending with the color of the wind |
| [01:51.69] | No one can predict the rain |
| [01:54.96] | Unlike the cowboy that' s riding the plains |
| [01:58.93] | Feeling the thunder before the storm he lives his life that way |
| [02:06.54] | Though the shine from his buckles have faded through years |
| [02:10.64] | The love for his country to me is clear |
| [02:14.57] | He may be the last of a dying breed but his spirit will forever ride the range |
| [02:23.02] | And as I pulled out of the drive |
| [02:30.26] | A piece of history vanished before my eyes |
| [02:38.08] | If you guess the color of the wind |
| [02:42.03] | A cowboy' s life show the season |
| [02:46.08] | He holds a feeling that' s invisible to the eye |
| [02:53.28] | So let the campfire songs play out |
| [02:57.62] | On a range that' s worn and fading just like him |
| [03:04.23] | Blending with the color of the wind |
| [03:25.36] | So let the campfire songs play out |
| [03:29.23] | On a range that' s worn and fading just like him |
| [03:35.21] | Blending with the color of the wind |
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