| Song | Curtis Creek |
| Artist | Bebo Norman |
| Album | The Fabric of Verse |
| 作曲 : Norman | |
| We planned to leave early | |
| And to pack unheavy | |
| Because the truck was getting full. | |
| But the same old fear | |
| At the end of the year | |
| Wouldn't let us leave so soon. | |
| The Blue Ridge | |
| Mountains were calling, | |
| The rain was falling, | |
| The wind was in our faces. | |
| And above the sound | |
| Of the engine | |
| I found us | |
| Arriving at those places. | |
| I've heard you say a | |
| Thousand times | |
| That we could never leave | |
| This town, | |
| But where were you last night | |
| When the sun went down. | |
| The rain proved steady | |
| And as our packs wore heavy | |
| With the weight of our survival. | |
| The woods rang loud | |
| With the love of our | |
| God And the sound of our revival. | |
| The summer wind turned colder | |
| As the day grew older, | |
| The night would soon surround us. | |
| The Curtis | |
| Falls Had a view of it all | |
| As the snow fell all around us. | |
| I've heard you say a | |
| Thousand times | |
| That we could never leave | |
| This town, | |
| But where were you last night | |
| When the sun went down. | |
| I was singing alone, | |
| You were standing on the side. | |
| And the water so warm | |
| As you walked the mountain side, | |
| And you washed my feet and cried. | |
| Well, the days passed quickly | |
| And our time was over | |
| Three souls the same in sorrow. | |
| But the Reds and rain | |
| Put an intimate stain | |
| On the start of our tomorrow. | |
| And soon our pieces will scatter | |
| In a world of anger, | |
| The only thing to free us | |
| Is the part of man | |
| That we don't understand | |
| That found a place between us. | |
| I've heard you say a | |
| Thousand times | |
| That we could never leave | |
| This town, | |
| But where were you last night | |
| When the sun went down. |
| zuò qǔ : Norman | |
| We planned to leave early | |
| And to pack unheavy | |
| Because the truck was getting full. | |
| But the same old fear | |
| At the end of the year | |
| Wouldn' t let us leave so soon. | |
| The Blue Ridge | |
| Mountains were calling, | |
| The rain was falling, | |
| The wind was in our faces. | |
| And above the sound | |
| Of the engine | |
| I found us | |
| Arriving at those places. | |
| I' ve heard you say a | |
| Thousand times | |
| That we could never leave | |
| This town, | |
| But where were you last night | |
| When the sun went down. | |
| The rain proved steady | |
| And as our packs wore heavy | |
| With the weight of our survival. | |
| The woods rang loud | |
| With the love of our | |
| God And the sound of our revival. | |
| The summer wind turned colder | |
| As the day grew older, | |
| The night would soon surround us. | |
| The Curtis | |
| Falls Had a view of it all | |
| As the snow fell all around us. | |
| I' ve heard you say a | |
| Thousand times | |
| That we could never leave | |
| This town, | |
| But where were you last night | |
| When the sun went down. | |
| I was singing alone, | |
| You were standing on the side. | |
| And the water so warm | |
| As you walked the mountain side, | |
| And you washed my feet and cried. | |
| Well, the days passed quickly | |
| And our time was over | |
| Three souls the same in sorrow. | |
| But the Reds and rain | |
| Put an intimate stain | |
| On the start of our tomorrow. | |
| And soon our pieces will scatter | |
| In a world of anger, | |
| The only thing to free us | |
| Is the part of man | |
| That we don' t understand | |
| That found a place between us. | |
| I' ve heard you say a | |
| Thousand times | |
| That we could never leave | |
| This town, | |
| But where were you last night | |
| When the sun went down. |