| Song | The Beauty of the Days Gone By |
| Artist | Van Morrison |
| Album | Down the Road |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Morrison | |
| When I recall just how it felt | |
| When I went walking down by the take | |
| My soul was free, my heart awake | |
| When I walked down into the town | |
| The mountain air was fresh and clear | |
| The sun was up behind the hill | |
| It felt so good to be alive | |
| On that morning in spring | |
| I want to sing this song for you | |
| I want to lift your spirits high | |
| And in my soul | |
| I want to feel | |
| The beauty of the days gone by | |
| The beauty of the days gone by | |
| It brings a longing to my soul | |
| To contemplate my own true self | |
| And keep me young as | |
| I grow old | |
| The beauty of the days gone by | |
| The music that we used to play | |
| So, lift your glass and raise it high | |
| To the beauty of the days gone by | |
| I'll sing it from the mountain top | |
| Down to the valley down below | |
| Because my cup doth overflow | |
| With the beauty of the days gone by | |
| The mountain glen where we used to roam | |
| The gardens there by the railroad track | |
| Oh, my memory it does not lie | |
| Of the beauty of the days gone by | |
| The beauty of the days gone by | |
| It brings a longing to my soul | |
| To contemplate my own true self | |
| And keep me young as | |
| I grow old | |
| And keep me young as | |
| I grow old | |
| And keep me young as | |
| I grow old | |
| And keep me young as | |
| I grow old |
| zuo ci : Morrison | |
| When I recall just how it felt | |
| When I went walking down by the take | |
| My soul was free, my heart awake | |
| When I walked down into the town | |
| The mountain air was fresh and clear | |
| The sun was up behind the hill | |
| It felt so good to be alive | |
| On that morning in spring | |
| I want to sing this song for you | |
| I want to lift your spirits high | |
| And in my soul | |
| I want to feel | |
| The beauty of the days gone by | |
| The beauty of the days gone by | |
| It brings a longing to my soul | |
| To contemplate my own true self | |
| And keep me young as | |
| I grow old | |
| The beauty of the days gone by | |
| The music that we used to play | |
| So, lift your glass and raise it high | |
| To the beauty of the days gone by | |
| I' ll sing it from the mountain top | |
| Down to the valley down below | |
| Because my cup doth overflow | |
| With the beauty of the days gone by | |
| The mountain glen where we used to roam | |
| The gardens there by the railroad track | |
| Oh, my memory it does not lie | |
| Of the beauty of the days gone by | |
| The beauty of the days gone by | |
| It brings a longing to my soul | |
| To contemplate my own true self | |
| And keep me young as | |
| I grow old | |
| And keep me young as | |
| I grow old | |
| And keep me young as | |
| I grow old | |
| And keep me young as | |
| I grow old |
| zuò cí : Morrison | |
| When I recall just how it felt | |
| When I went walking down by the take | |
| My soul was free, my heart awake | |
| When I walked down into the town | |
| The mountain air was fresh and clear | |
| The sun was up behind the hill | |
| It felt so good to be alive | |
| On that morning in spring | |
| I want to sing this song for you | |
| I want to lift your spirits high | |
| And in my soul | |
| I want to feel | |
| The beauty of the days gone by | |
| The beauty of the days gone by | |
| It brings a longing to my soul | |
| To contemplate my own true self | |
| And keep me young as | |
| I grow old | |
| The beauty of the days gone by | |
| The music that we used to play | |
| So, lift your glass and raise it high | |
| To the beauty of the days gone by | |
| I' ll sing it from the mountain top | |
| Down to the valley down below | |
| Because my cup doth overflow | |
| With the beauty of the days gone by | |
| The mountain glen where we used to roam | |
| The gardens there by the railroad track | |
| Oh, my memory it does not lie | |
| Of the beauty of the days gone by | |
| The beauty of the days gone by | |
| It brings a longing to my soul | |
| To contemplate my own true self | |
| And keep me young as | |
| I grow old | |
| And keep me young as | |
| I grow old | |
| And keep me young as | |
| I grow old | |
| And keep me young as | |
| I grow old |