作曲 : Kevin Buchanan
The Color Of The Wind - Kevin Buchanan
Little house out in Denver
Front porch is where we sat
After seventy years he always had a story to be told
In the evening under the moonlight
Grandpa would talk about wrong and right
And show me old pictures of his days riding high in the Rodeo
Like a leaf on the breeze
He blew from town to town
From Cheyanne down to Texas
He'd make each go round
If you guess the color of the wind
a cowboy's life shows the season
He holds a feeling that's invisible to the eye
So let the campfire songs play out
On a range that's worn and fading just like him
blending with the color of the wind
No one can predict the rain
Unlike the cowboy that's riding the plains
Feeling the thunder before the storm he lives his life that way
Though the shine from his buckles have faded through years
The love for his country to me is clear
He may be the last of a dying breed but his spirit will forever ride the range
And as I pulled out of the drive
A piece of history vanished before my eyes
If you guess the color of the wind
A cowboy's life show the season
He holds a feeling that's invisible to the eye
So let the campfire songs play out
On a range that's worn and fading just like him
Blending with the color of the wind
So let the campfire songs play out
On a range that's worn and fading just like him
Blending with the color of the wind