| Song | Ancient Highway |
| Artist | Van Morrison |
| Album | Days Like This |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Morrison | |
| There's a small cafe on the outskirts of town | |
| I'll be there when the sun goes down | |
| Where the roadside bends | |
| And it twists and turns | |
| Every new generation | |
| And I'll be praying to my higher self | |
| Don't let me down, keep my feet on the ground | |
| There's a roadside jam playin' on the edge of town | |
| In a town called Paradise near the ancient highway | |
| When the train whistle blows | |
| All the sadness that Hank Williams knows | |
| And the river flows | |
| Call them pagan streams and it spins and turns | |
| In a factory in a street called Bread in East Belfast | |
| Where Georgie knows best | |
| What it's like to be Daniel in the lion's den | |
| Got so many friends only most of the time | |
| When the grass is high and the rabbit runs | |
| Though it's talkin' to you and I | |
| And every new generation comes to pay | |
| The dues of the organ grinder jam | |
| And the grinder's switch of the sacrifice | |
| Everybody made to be rational with understanding | |
| And I'll be praying to my higher self | |
| Oh, don't let me down, keep my feet on the ground | |
| What about all the people living in the nightmare hurt | |
| That won't go away no matter how hard they try | |
| They've got to pay time and time again, time and time again | |
| I'll be praying to my higher self | |
| And I'll be standin' there, where the boats go by | |
| When the sun is sinking way over the hill | |
| On a Friday evening when the sun goes down | |
| On the outskirts of town, I wanna slip away | |
| I wanna slip away, got to get away | |
| And I'll be praying to my higher self | |
| Don't let me down, keep my feet on the ground, don't let me down | |
| You'll be cryin' again, you'll be cryin' again, you'll be cryin' again | |
| By the same wipe the teardrops from your eyes | |
| Have to slip away in the evening when the sun goes down | |
| Over the hill, with a sense of wonder | |
| Everything gonna be right on a Friday evening | |
| All the cars go by all along down | |
| The ancient highway | |
| And I'll be praying, I'll be praying to my higher self | |
| Don't let me down, keep my feet, keep my feet on the ground | |
| Keep my feet on the ground | |
| Travelling like a stranger in the night, all along the ancient highway | |
| Got you in my sights, got you on my mind | |
| I'll be praying in the evening when the sun goes down | |
| Over the mountain, got to get you right in my sight | |
| As the beams on the cars from the overpass | |
| On the ancient highway shine like diamonds in the night | |
| Like diamonds in the night | |
| I'll be praying to my higher self, to my higher self | |
| Don't let me down, don't let me down | |
| And you'll be standing there, while the boats go by | |
| While the boats go by on a Friday evening | |
| Shining your light, shining your light on a Friday evening | |
| Got to slip away, got to slip away down that ancient highway | |
| In a town called Paradise, in a town, in a town | |
| All along, all along that road, all along that road, | |
| All along that road with the trancelike vision | |
| I'll be praying to my higher self, don't let me down, don't let me down | |
| Keep my feet on the ground, keep my feet on the ground, | |
| Keep my feet on the ground | |
| Friday evening got to slip away | |
| Watching the view from a car from the overpass | |
| And we're driving down that ancient road | |
| Shining like diamonds in the night, oh diamonds in the night | |
| All along the ancient highway | |
| Got you in my sight, got you in my mind | |
| Got you in my arms and I'm praying, and I'm gonna pray | |
| I'm gonna pray, to my higher self, ah don't let me down | |
| Don't let me down, give me the fire, ah give me the fire |
| zuo ci : Morrison | |
| There' s a small cafe on the outskirts of town | |
| I' ll be there when the sun goes down | |
| Where the roadside bends | |
| And it twists and turns | |
| Every new generation | |
| And I' ll be praying to my higher self | |
| Don' t let me down, keep my feet on the ground | |
| There' s a roadside jam playin' on the edge of town | |
| In a town called Paradise near the ancient highway | |
| When the train whistle blows | |
| All the sadness that Hank Williams knows | |
| And the river flows | |
| Call them pagan streams and it spins and turns | |
| In a factory in a street called Bread in East Belfast | |
| Where Georgie knows best | |
| What it' s like to be Daniel in the lion' s den | |
| Got so many friends only most of the time | |
| When the grass is high and the rabbit runs | |
| Though it' s talkin' to you and I | |
| And every new generation comes to pay | |
| The dues of the organ grinder jam | |
| And the grinder' s switch of the sacrifice | |
| Everybody made to be rational with understanding | |
| And I' ll be praying to my higher self | |
| Oh, don' t let me down, keep my feet on the ground | |
| What about all the people living in the nightmare hurt | |
| That won' t go away no matter how hard they try | |
| They' ve got to pay time and time again, time and time again | |
| I' ll be praying to my higher self | |
| And I' ll be standin' there, where the boats go by | |
| When the sun is sinking way over the hill | |
| On a Friday evening when the sun goes down | |
| On the outskirts of town, I wanna slip away | |
| I wanna slip away, got to get away | |
| And I' ll be praying to my higher self | |
| Don' t let me down, keep my feet on the ground, don' t let me down | |
| You' ll be cryin' again, you' ll be cryin' again, you' ll be cryin' again | |
| By the same wipe the teardrops from your eyes | |
| Have to slip away in the evening when the sun goes down | |
| Over the hill, with a sense of wonder | |
| Everything gonna be right on a Friday evening | |
| All the cars go by all along down | |
| The ancient highway | |
| And I' ll be praying, I' ll be praying to my higher self | |
| Don' t let me down, keep my feet, keep my feet on the ground | |
| Keep my feet on the ground | |
| Travelling like a stranger in the night, all along the ancient highway | |
| Got you in my sights, got you on my mind | |
| I' ll be praying in the evening when the sun goes down | |
| Over the mountain, got to get you right in my sight | |
| As the beams on the cars from the overpass | |
| On the ancient highway shine like diamonds in the night | |
| Like diamonds in the night | |
| I' ll be praying to my higher self, to my higher self | |
| Don' t let me down, don' t let me down | |
| And you' ll be standing there, while the boats go by | |
| While the boats go by on a Friday evening | |
| Shining your light, shining your light on a Friday evening | |
| Got to slip away, got to slip away down that ancient highway | |
| In a town called Paradise, in a town, in a town | |
| All along, all along that road, all along that road, | |
| All along that road with the trancelike vision | |
| I' ll be praying to my higher self, don' t let me down, don' t let me down | |
| Keep my feet on the ground, keep my feet on the ground, | |
| Keep my feet on the ground | |
| Friday evening got to slip away | |
| Watching the view from a car from the overpass | |
| And we' re driving down that ancient road | |
| Shining like diamonds in the night, oh diamonds in the night | |
| All along the ancient highway | |
| Got you in my sight, got you in my mind | |
| Got you in my arms and I' m praying, and I' m gonna pray | |
| I' m gonna pray, to my higher self, ah don' t let me down | |
| Don' t let me down, give me the fire, ah give me the fire |
| zuò cí : Morrison | |
| There' s a small cafe on the outskirts of town | |
| I' ll be there when the sun goes down | |
| Where the roadside bends | |
| And it twists and turns | |
| Every new generation | |
| And I' ll be praying to my higher self | |
| Don' t let me down, keep my feet on the ground | |
| There' s a roadside jam playin' on the edge of town | |
| In a town called Paradise near the ancient highway | |
| When the train whistle blows | |
| All the sadness that Hank Williams knows | |
| And the river flows | |
| Call them pagan streams and it spins and turns | |
| In a factory in a street called Bread in East Belfast | |
| Where Georgie knows best | |
| What it' s like to be Daniel in the lion' s den | |
| Got so many friends only most of the time | |
| When the grass is high and the rabbit runs | |
| Though it' s talkin' to you and I | |
| And every new generation comes to pay | |
| The dues of the organ grinder jam | |
| And the grinder' s switch of the sacrifice | |
| Everybody made to be rational with understanding | |
| And I' ll be praying to my higher self | |
| Oh, don' t let me down, keep my feet on the ground | |
| What about all the people living in the nightmare hurt | |
| That won' t go away no matter how hard they try | |
| They' ve got to pay time and time again, time and time again | |
| I' ll be praying to my higher self | |
| And I' ll be standin' there, where the boats go by | |
| When the sun is sinking way over the hill | |
| On a Friday evening when the sun goes down | |
| On the outskirts of town, I wanna slip away | |
| I wanna slip away, got to get away | |
| And I' ll be praying to my higher self | |
| Don' t let me down, keep my feet on the ground, don' t let me down | |
| You' ll be cryin' again, you' ll be cryin' again, you' ll be cryin' again | |
| By the same wipe the teardrops from your eyes | |
| Have to slip away in the evening when the sun goes down | |
| Over the hill, with a sense of wonder | |
| Everything gonna be right on a Friday evening | |
| All the cars go by all along down | |
| The ancient highway | |
| And I' ll be praying, I' ll be praying to my higher self | |
| Don' t let me down, keep my feet, keep my feet on the ground | |
| Keep my feet on the ground | |
| Travelling like a stranger in the night, all along the ancient highway | |
| Got you in my sights, got you on my mind | |
| I' ll be praying in the evening when the sun goes down | |
| Over the mountain, got to get you right in my sight | |
| As the beams on the cars from the overpass | |
| On the ancient highway shine like diamonds in the night | |
| Like diamonds in the night | |
| I' ll be praying to my higher self, to my higher self | |
| Don' t let me down, don' t let me down | |
| And you' ll be standing there, while the boats go by | |
| While the boats go by on a Friday evening | |
| Shining your light, shining your light on a Friday evening | |
| Got to slip away, got to slip away down that ancient highway | |
| In a town called Paradise, in a town, in a town | |
| All along, all along that road, all along that road, | |
| All along that road with the trancelike vision | |
| I' ll be praying to my higher self, don' t let me down, don' t let me down | |
| Keep my feet on the ground, keep my feet on the ground, | |
| Keep my feet on the ground | |
| Friday evening got to slip away | |
| Watching the view from a car from the overpass | |
| And we' re driving down that ancient road | |
| Shining like diamonds in the night, oh diamonds in the night | |
| All along the ancient highway | |
| Got you in my sight, got you in my mind | |
| Got you in my arms and I' m praying, and I' m gonna pray | |
| I' m gonna pray, to my higher self, ah don' t let me down | |
| Don' t let me down, give me the fire, ah give me the fire |