| Song | One Eye to Morocco |
| Artist | Ian Gillan |
| Album | One Eye to Morocco |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Gillan, Morris | |
| I don't know where | |
| I'm goingI don't know what | |
| I'm doingBut it feels alright | |
| I have one eye to | |
| MoroccoI only have to follow | |
| Through the scented night | |
| Conversation is fading away | |
| The last thing | |
| I heard you say | |
| Was just a murmur a distant blur | |
| Your lips are moving but | |
| I hear no words | |
| All daySitting alone in my room | |
| Waiting for no-one to call me | |
| Lost in a dream of my own | |
| I'm drawn by this obsession | |
| With a tantalizing vision | |
| Of a swirling robe | |
| I have one eye to | |
| MoroccoBy the time | |
| I reach tomorrow | |
| I'll be on that road | |
| Sweet temptation | |
| Draws me on | |
| Gives me the strength | |
| To cross my | |
| RubiconPast a point | |
| Of no return | |
| Ever onwards | |
| As my bridges burn | |
| All daySitting alone in my room | |
| Waiting for no-one to call me | |
| Lost in a dream of my own |
| zuo qu : Gillan, Morris | |
| I don' t know where | |
| I' m goingI don' t know what | |
| I' m doingBut it feels alright | |
| I have one eye to | |
| MoroccoI only have to follow | |
| Through the scented night | |
| Conversation is fading away | |
| The last thing | |
| I heard you say | |
| Was just a murmur a distant blur | |
| Your lips are moving but | |
| I hear no words | |
| All daySitting alone in my room | |
| Waiting for noone to call me | |
| Lost in a dream of my own | |
| I' m drawn by this obsession | |
| With a tantalizing vision | |
| Of a swirling robe | |
| I have one eye to | |
| MoroccoBy the time | |
| I reach tomorrow | |
| I' ll be on that road | |
| Sweet temptation | |
| Draws me on | |
| Gives me the strength | |
| To cross my | |
| RubiconPast a point | |
| Of no return | |
| Ever onwards | |
| As my bridges burn | |
| All daySitting alone in my room | |
| Waiting for noone to call me | |
| Lost in a dream of my own |
| zuò qǔ : Gillan, Morris | |
| I don' t know where | |
| I' m goingI don' t know what | |
| I' m doingBut it feels alright | |
| I have one eye to | |
| MoroccoI only have to follow | |
| Through the scented night | |
| Conversation is fading away | |
| The last thing | |
| I heard you say | |
| Was just a murmur a distant blur | |
| Your lips are moving but | |
| I hear no words | |
| All daySitting alone in my room | |
| Waiting for noone to call me | |
| Lost in a dream of my own | |
| I' m drawn by this obsession | |
| With a tantalizing vision | |
| Of a swirling robe | |
| I have one eye to | |
| MoroccoBy the time | |
| I reach tomorrow | |
| I' ll be on that road | |
| Sweet temptation | |
| Draws me on | |
| Gives me the strength | |
| To cross my | |
| RubiconPast a point | |
| Of no return | |
| Ever onwards | |
| As my bridges burn | |
| All daySitting alone in my room | |
| Waiting for noone to call me | |
| Lost in a dream of my own |