| Song | The Rose Above the Sky |
| Artist | Bruce Cockburn |
| Album | Humans |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cockburn | |
| Something jewelled slips away | |
| Round the next bend with a splash | |
| Laughing at the hands I hold out | |
| Only air within their grasp | |
| All you can do is praise the razor | |
| For the fineness of the slash | |
| 'Til the Rose above the sky | |
| Opens | |
| And the light behind the sun | |
| Takes all | |
| Gutless arrogance and rage | |
| Burn apart the best of tries | |
| You carry the weight of inherited sorrow | |
| From your first day till you die | |
| Toward that hilltop where the road | |
| Forever becomes one with the sky | |
| 'Til the Rose above the sky | |
| Opens | |
| And the light behind the sun | |
| Takes all | |
| Ozone on the midnight wind | |
| Got me thinking of the sea | |
| And the mercies of the currents that brought | |
| Me to you and you to me | |
| And in the silence at the heart of things | |
| Where all true meetings come to be | |
| 'Til the Rose above the sky | |
| Opens | |
| And the light behind the sun | |
| Takes all |
| zuo ci : Cockburn | |
| Something jewelled slips away | |
| Round the next bend with a splash | |
| Laughing at the hands I hold out | |
| Only air within their grasp | |
| All you can do is praise the razor | |
| For the fineness of the slash | |
| ' Til the Rose above the sky | |
| Opens | |
| And the light behind the sun | |
| Takes all | |
| Gutless arrogance and rage | |
| Burn apart the best of tries | |
| You carry the weight of inherited sorrow | |
| From your first day till you die | |
| Toward that hilltop where the road | |
| Forever becomes one with the sky | |
| ' Til the Rose above the sky | |
| Opens | |
| And the light behind the sun | |
| Takes all | |
| Ozone on the midnight wind | |
| Got me thinking of the sea | |
| And the mercies of the currents that brought | |
| Me to you and you to me | |
| And in the silence at the heart of things | |
| Where all true meetings come to be | |
| ' Til the Rose above the sky | |
| Opens | |
| And the light behind the sun | |
| Takes all |
| zuò cí : Cockburn | |
| Something jewelled slips away | |
| Round the next bend with a splash | |
| Laughing at the hands I hold out | |
| Only air within their grasp | |
| All you can do is praise the razor | |
| For the fineness of the slash | |
| ' Til the Rose above the sky | |
| Opens | |
| And the light behind the sun | |
| Takes all | |
| Gutless arrogance and rage | |
| Burn apart the best of tries | |
| You carry the weight of inherited sorrow | |
| From your first day till you die | |
| Toward that hilltop where the road | |
| Forever becomes one with the sky | |
| ' Til the Rose above the sky | |
| Opens | |
| And the light behind the sun | |
| Takes all | |
| Ozone on the midnight wind | |
| Got me thinking of the sea | |
| And the mercies of the currents that brought | |
| Me to you and you to me | |
| And in the silence at the heart of things | |
| Where all true meetings come to be | |
| ' Til the Rose above the sky | |
| Opens | |
| And the light behind the sun | |
| Takes all |