| Song | Rest His Soul |
| Artist | William Elliott Whitmore |
| Album | Song of the Blackbird |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Whitmore | |
| We were living proof of a dying dream | |
| The truth is no one saw us coming | |
| There's always one more song left to sing | |
| So we hit the ground running | |
| It was all for the light, the spark, | |
| And the moment for our miracle point | |
| The needle raised up | |
| And the record stopped spinning | |
| But the music kept going | |
| Bless his soul and lay him down | |
| The spirit is willing but the flesh cannot be found | |
| Unencumbered by the tedium of other men's ways | |
| Our path was our own | |
| Mindless, endless nights and days | |
| Were the best that I've known | |
| It was all for the reason for the pure simple truth | |
| For those that have come and have gone | |
| Sometimes I just don't know what to do | |
| But just keep on | |
| Bless his soul and ley him down | |
| The spirit is willing but the flesh is in the ground | |
| My brother, my brother won't you go on home | |
| Your loved ones miss you and we've been gone too long |
| zuo ci : Whitmore | |
| We were living proof of a dying dream | |
| The truth is no one saw us coming | |
| There' s always one more song left to sing | |
| So we hit the ground running | |
| It was all for the light, the spark, | |
| And the moment for our miracle point | |
| The needle raised up | |
| And the record stopped spinning | |
| But the music kept going | |
| Bless his soul and lay him down | |
| The spirit is willing but the flesh cannot be found | |
| Unencumbered by the tedium of other men' s ways | |
| Our path was our own | |
| Mindless, endless nights and days | |
| Were the best that I' ve known | |
| It was all for the reason for the pure simple truth | |
| For those that have come and have gone | |
| Sometimes I just don' t know what to do | |
| But just keep on | |
| Bless his soul and ley him down | |
| The spirit is willing but the flesh is in the ground | |
| My brother, my brother won' t you go on home | |
| Your loved ones miss you and we' ve been gone too long |
| zuò cí : Whitmore | |
| We were living proof of a dying dream | |
| The truth is no one saw us coming | |
| There' s always one more song left to sing | |
| So we hit the ground running | |
| It was all for the light, the spark, | |
| And the moment for our miracle point | |
| The needle raised up | |
| And the record stopped spinning | |
| But the music kept going | |
| Bless his soul and lay him down | |
| The spirit is willing but the flesh cannot be found | |
| Unencumbered by the tedium of other men' s ways | |
| Our path was our own | |
| Mindless, endless nights and days | |
| Were the best that I' ve known | |
| It was all for the reason for the pure simple truth | |
| For those that have come and have gone | |
| Sometimes I just don' t know what to do | |
| But just keep on | |
| Bless his soul and ley him down | |
| The spirit is willing but the flesh is in the ground | |
| My brother, my brother won' t you go on home | |
| Your loved ones miss you and we' ve been gone too long |