| Song | Sahara Gold |
| Artist | Bruce Cockburn |
| Album | Stealing Fire |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cockburn | |
| Dance music from the corner bar | |
| Over dogs barking at a passing car | |
| And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold | |
| Hot night -- streets are full of life | |
| Carnival faces in rembrandt light | |
| And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold | |
| Half moon shining through the blind | |
| Paints a vision of a different kind | |
| And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold | |
| Wet limbs striped with silver light | |
| Locked together at the centre of the night | |
| And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold | |
| Night bloom filling up the room | |
| With the salt and musk of lovers' rich perfume | |
| And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold | |
| Animal grins and wild shining eyes | |
| Laughing and shouting we're a hundred storeys high | |
| And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold |
| zuo ci : Cockburn | |
| Dance music from the corner bar | |
| Over dogs barking at a passing car | |
| And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold | |
| Hot night streets are full of life | |
| Carnival faces in rembrandt light | |
| And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold | |
| Half moon shining through the blind | |
| Paints a vision of a different kind | |
| And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold | |
| Wet limbs striped with silver light | |
| Locked together at the centre of the night | |
| And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold | |
| Night bloom filling up the room | |
| With the salt and musk of lovers' rich perfume | |
| And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold | |
| Animal grins and wild shining eyes | |
| Laughing and shouting we' re a hundred storeys high | |
| And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold |
| zuò cí : Cockburn | |
| Dance music from the corner bar | |
| Over dogs barking at a passing car | |
| And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold | |
| Hot night streets are full of life | |
| Carnival faces in rembrandt light | |
| And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold | |
| Half moon shining through the blind | |
| Paints a vision of a different kind | |
| And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold | |
| Wet limbs striped with silver light | |
| Locked together at the centre of the night | |
| And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold | |
| Night bloom filling up the room | |
| With the salt and musk of lovers' rich perfume | |
| And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold | |
| Animal grins and wild shining eyes | |
| Laughing and shouting we' re a hundred storeys high | |
| And your hair tumbles down like sahara gold |