[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