| Song | God is Alive, Magic is Afoot |
| Artist | Buffy Sainte-Marie |
| Album | Soldier Blue : Best Of The Vanguard Years |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cohen, Sainte-Marie | |
| God is alive; Magic is afoot | |
| God is alive; Magic is afoot | |
| God is afoot; Magic is alive | |
| Alive is afoot. | |
| Magic never died. | |
| God never sickened; | |
| many poor men lied | |
| many sick men lied | |
| Magic never weakened | |
| Magic never hid | |
| Magic always ruled | |
| God is afoot | |
| God never died. | |
| God was ruler | |
| Though his funeral lengthened | |
| Though his mourners thickened | |
| Magic never fled | |
| Though his shrouds were hoisted | |
| the naked God did live | |
| Though his words were twisted | |
| the naked Magic thrived | |
| Though his death was published | |
| round and round the world | |
| the heart did not believe | |
| Many hurt men wondered | |
| many struck men bled | |
| Magic never faltered | |
| Magic always led. | |
| Many stones were rolled | |
| but God would not lie down | |
| Many wild men lied | |
| many fat men listened | |
| Though they offered stones | |
| Magic still was fed | |
| Though they locked their coffers | |
| God was always served. | |
| Magic is afoot. God rules. | |
| Alive is afoot. Alive is in command. | |
| Many weak men hungered | |
| Many strong men thrived | |
| Though they boasted solitude | |
| God was at their side | |
| Nor the dreamer in his cell | |
| nor the captain on the hill | |
| Magic is alive | |
| Though his death was pardoned | |
| round and round the world | |
| the heart did not believe. | |
| Though laws were carved in marble | |
| they could not shelter men | |
| Though altars built in parliaments | |
| they could not order men | |
| Police arrested Magic | |
| and Magic went with them, | |
| for Magic loves the hungry. | |
| But Magic would not tarry | |
| it moves from arm to arm | |
| it would not stay with them | |
| Magic is afoot | |
| it cannot come to harm | |
| it rests in an empty palm | |
| it spawns in an empty mind | |
| but Magic is no instrument | |
| Magic is the end. | |
| Many men drove Magic | |
| but Magic stayed behind | |
| Many strong men lied | |
| they only passed through Magic | |
| and out the other side | |
| Many weak men lied | |
| they came to God in secret | |
| and though they left him nourished | |
| they would not tell who healed | |
| Though mountains danced before them | |
| they said that God was dead | |
| Though his shrouds were hoisted | |
| the naked God did live | |
| This I mean to whisper to my mind | |
| This I mean to laugh with in my mind | |
| This I mean my mind to serve 'til | |
| service is but Magic | |
| moving through the world | |
| and mind itself is Magic | |
| coursing through the flesh | |
| and flesh itself is Magic | |
| dancing on a clock | |
| and time itself the magic length of God |
| zuo ci : Cohen, SainteMarie | |
| God is alive Magic is afoot | |
| God is alive Magic is afoot | |
| God is afoot Magic is alive | |
| Alive is afoot. | |
| Magic never died. | |
| God never sickened | |
| many poor men lied | |
| many sick men lied | |
| Magic never weakened | |
| Magic never hid | |
| Magic always ruled | |
| God is afoot | |
| God never died. | |
| God was ruler | |
| Though his funeral lengthened | |
| Though his mourners thickened | |
| Magic never fled | |
| Though his shrouds were hoisted | |
| the naked God did live | |
| Though his words were twisted | |
| the naked Magic thrived | |
| Though his death was published | |
| round and round the world | |
| the heart did not believe | |
| Many hurt men wondered | |
| many struck men bled | |
| Magic never faltered | |
| Magic always led. | |
| Many stones were rolled | |
| but God would not lie down | |
| Many wild men lied | |
| many fat men listened | |
| Though they offered stones | |
| Magic still was fed | |
| Though they locked their coffers | |
| God was always served. | |
| Magic is afoot. God rules. | |
| Alive is afoot. Alive is in command. | |
| Many weak men hungered | |
| Many strong men thrived | |
| Though they boasted solitude | |
| God was at their side | |
| Nor the dreamer in his cell | |
| nor the captain on the hill | |
| Magic is alive | |
| Though his death was pardoned | |
| round and round the world | |
| the heart did not believe. | |
| Though laws were carved in marble | |
| they could not shelter men | |
| Though altars built in parliaments | |
| they could not order men | |
| Police arrested Magic | |
| and Magic went with them, | |
| for Magic loves the hungry. | |
| But Magic would not tarry | |
| it moves from arm to arm | |
| it would not stay with them | |
| Magic is afoot | |
| it cannot come to harm | |
| it rests in an empty palm | |
| it spawns in an empty mind | |
| but Magic is no instrument | |
| Magic is the end. | |
| Many men drove Magic | |
| but Magic stayed behind | |
| Many strong men lied | |
| they only passed through Magic | |
| and out the other side | |
| Many weak men lied | |
| they came to God in secret | |
| and though they left him nourished | |
| they would not tell who healed | |
| Though mountains danced before them | |
| they said that God was dead | |
| Though his shrouds were hoisted | |
| the naked God did live | |
| This I mean to whisper to my mind | |
| This I mean to laugh with in my mind | |
| This I mean my mind to serve ' til | |
| service is but Magic | |
| moving through the world | |
| and mind itself is Magic | |
| coursing through the flesh | |
| and flesh itself is Magic | |
| dancing on a clock | |
| and time itself the magic length of God |
| zuò cí : Cohen, SainteMarie | |
| God is alive Magic is afoot | |
| God is alive Magic is afoot | |
| God is afoot Magic is alive | |
| Alive is afoot. | |
| Magic never died. | |
| God never sickened | |
| many poor men lied | |
| many sick men lied | |
| Magic never weakened | |
| Magic never hid | |
| Magic always ruled | |
| God is afoot | |
| God never died. | |
| God was ruler | |
| Though his funeral lengthened | |
| Though his mourners thickened | |
| Magic never fled | |
| Though his shrouds were hoisted | |
| the naked God did live | |
| Though his words were twisted | |
| the naked Magic thrived | |
| Though his death was published | |
| round and round the world | |
| the heart did not believe | |
| Many hurt men wondered | |
| many struck men bled | |
| Magic never faltered | |
| Magic always led. | |
| Many stones were rolled | |
| but God would not lie down | |
| Many wild men lied | |
| many fat men listened | |
| Though they offered stones | |
| Magic still was fed | |
| Though they locked their coffers | |
| God was always served. | |
| Magic is afoot. God rules. | |
| Alive is afoot. Alive is in command. | |
| Many weak men hungered | |
| Many strong men thrived | |
| Though they boasted solitude | |
| God was at their side | |
| Nor the dreamer in his cell | |
| nor the captain on the hill | |
| Magic is alive | |
| Though his death was pardoned | |
| round and round the world | |
| the heart did not believe. | |
| Though laws were carved in marble | |
| they could not shelter men | |
| Though altars built in parliaments | |
| they could not order men | |
| Police arrested Magic | |
| and Magic went with them, | |
| for Magic loves the hungry. | |
| But Magic would not tarry | |
| it moves from arm to arm | |
| it would not stay with them | |
| Magic is afoot | |
| it cannot come to harm | |
| it rests in an empty palm | |
| it spawns in an empty mind | |
| but Magic is no instrument | |
| Magic is the end. | |
| Many men drove Magic | |
| but Magic stayed behind | |
| Many strong men lied | |
| they only passed through Magic | |
| and out the other side | |
| Many weak men lied | |
| they came to God in secret | |
| and though they left him nourished | |
| they would not tell who healed | |
| Though mountains danced before them | |
| they said that God was dead | |
| Though his shrouds were hoisted | |
| the naked God did live | |
| This I mean to whisper to my mind | |
| This I mean to laugh with in my mind | |
| This I mean my mind to serve ' til | |
| service is but Magic | |
| moving through the world | |
| and mind itself is Magic | |
| coursing through the flesh | |
| and flesh itself is Magic | |
| dancing on a clock | |
| and time itself the magic length of God |