| Song | This Could Be the Day |
| Artist | Robyn Hitchcock |
| Album | I Often Dream of Trains [Rhino] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Hitchcock | |
| This could be the day I've waited for all my life | |
| And it's coming true | |
| This could be the day I've waited for all my life | |
| And it looks like you | |
| Bells of fire hissing through | |
| The dark and tropical night | |
| Thrown by Nubian slaves | |
| This could be the night I've waited for all my frum- | |
| -py little life | |
| This could be the night I cut a malignant growth | |
| With a steel knife | |
| Tongues of fire hissing through | |
| The dark and tropical night | |
| Thrown by Nubian slaves | |
| This could be the train I've waited for all my life | |
| Coming 'round the bend | |
| This could be the chain that fettered me all my life | |
| Coming to an end | |
| I always bowed and curtsied | |
| I held the candle high | |
| And I blessed your valuable feet | |
| As they went by | |
| Tongues of fire hissing through | |
| The dark and tropical night | |
| Thrown by Nubian slaves |
| zuo ci : Hitchcock | |
| This could be the day I' ve waited for all my life | |
| And it' s coming true | |
| This could be the day I' ve waited for all my life | |
| And it looks like you | |
| Bells of fire hissing through | |
| The dark and tropical night | |
| Thrown by Nubian slaves | |
| This could be the night I' ve waited for all my frum | |
| py little life | |
| This could be the night I cut a malignant growth | |
| With a steel knife | |
| Tongues of fire hissing through | |
| The dark and tropical night | |
| Thrown by Nubian slaves | |
| This could be the train I' ve waited for all my life | |
| Coming ' round the bend | |
| This could be the chain that fettered me all my life | |
| Coming to an end | |
| I always bowed and curtsied | |
| I held the candle high | |
| And I blessed your valuable feet | |
| As they went by | |
| Tongues of fire hissing through | |
| The dark and tropical night | |
| Thrown by Nubian slaves |
| zuò cí : Hitchcock | |
| This could be the day I' ve waited for all my life | |
| And it' s coming true | |
| This could be the day I' ve waited for all my life | |
| And it looks like you | |
| Bells of fire hissing through | |
| The dark and tropical night | |
| Thrown by Nubian slaves | |
| This could be the night I' ve waited for all my frum | |
| py little life | |
| This could be the night I cut a malignant growth | |
| With a steel knife | |
| Tongues of fire hissing through | |
| The dark and tropical night | |
| Thrown by Nubian slaves | |
| This could be the train I' ve waited for all my life | |
| Coming ' round the bend | |
| This could be the chain that fettered me all my life | |
| Coming to an end | |
| I always bowed and curtsied | |
| I held the candle high | |
| And I blessed your valuable feet | |
| As they went by | |
| Tongues of fire hissing through | |
| The dark and tropical night | |
| Thrown by Nubian slaves |