| Song | Savannah Fare You Well |
| Artist | Jimmy Buffett |
| Album | Far Side of the World |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Prestwood | |
| Lyrics:Hugh Prestwood Music:Hugh Prestwood | |
| There is something in the wind tonight | |
| Some kind of change of weather | |
| Somewhere some devil's mixing fire and ice together | |
| I got a feeling that the dark side of the moon is one the rise | |
| Black as a crow's feather | |
| I could stay another day or two | |
| But what's the use of stalling | |
| Deep in the winter even holdout leaves start fallin' | |
| Lately every night above the declarations of our love | |
| I hear the road callin' | |
| It's such a fragile magic | |
| A puff of wind can break the spell | |
| And all the golden threads are frail as spider webs | |
| Savannah fare you well | |
| In a vision I had yesterday | |
| It rained so hard that I drowned | |
| While I waited for a hurricane to die down | |
| The raging water rolling over me was wild as a heart | |
| That love cannot tie down | |
| It's such a fragile magic | |
| A puff of wind can break the spell | |
| And all the golden threads are frail as spider webs | |
| Savannah fare you well |
| zuo ci : Prestwood | |
| Lyrics: Hugh Prestwood Music: Hugh Prestwood | |
| There is something in the wind tonight | |
| Some kind of change of weather | |
| Somewhere some devil' s mixing fire and ice together | |
| I got a feeling that the dark side of the moon is one the rise | |
| Black as a crow' s feather | |
| I could stay another day or two | |
| But what' s the use of stalling | |
| Deep in the winter even holdout leaves start fallin' | |
| Lately every night above the declarations of our love | |
| I hear the road callin' | |
| It' s such a fragile magic | |
| A puff of wind can break the spell | |
| And all the golden threads are frail as spider webs | |
| Savannah fare you well | |
| In a vision I had yesterday | |
| It rained so hard that I drowned | |
| While I waited for a hurricane to die down | |
| The raging water rolling over me was wild as a heart | |
| That love cannot tie down | |
| It' s such a fragile magic | |
| A puff of wind can break the spell | |
| And all the golden threads are frail as spider webs | |
| Savannah fare you well |
| zuò cí : Prestwood | |
| Lyrics: Hugh Prestwood Music: Hugh Prestwood | |
| There is something in the wind tonight | |
| Some kind of change of weather | |
| Somewhere some devil' s mixing fire and ice together | |
| I got a feeling that the dark side of the moon is one the rise | |
| Black as a crow' s feather | |
| I could stay another day or two | |
| But what' s the use of stalling | |
| Deep in the winter even holdout leaves start fallin' | |
| Lately every night above the declarations of our love | |
| I hear the road callin' | |
| It' s such a fragile magic | |
| A puff of wind can break the spell | |
| And all the golden threads are frail as spider webs | |
| Savannah fare you well | |
| In a vision I had yesterday | |
| It rained so hard that I drowned | |
| While I waited for a hurricane to die down | |
| The raging water rolling over me was wild as a heart | |
| That love cannot tie down | |
| It' s such a fragile magic | |
| A puff of wind can break the spell | |
| And all the golden threads are frail as spider webs | |
| Savannah fare you well |