| Song | Let Us Go Laughing |
| Artist | Bruce Cockburn |
| Album | High Winds White Sky |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cockburn | |
| My canoe lies on the water | |
| Evening holds the bones of day | |
| The sun like gold dust slips away | |
| One by one antique stars | |
| Herald the arrival of | |
| Their pale protectress moon | |
| Ragged branches vibrate | |
| Strummed by winds from o'er the hill | |
| Singing tales of ancient days | |
| Far and silent lightning | |
| Stirs the cauldron of the sky | |
| I turn my bow towards the shore | |
| As we grow out of stones | |
| On and on and on | |
| So we'll all go to bones | |
| On and on for many a year | |
| But let us go laughing -- O | |
| Let us go | |
| And may the holy hermit's staff | |
| On and on and on | |
| Guide you to the shortest path | |
| On and on for many a year | |
| And let us go laughing -- O | |
| Let us go | |
| Let us go laughing -- O | |
| Let us go |
| zuo ci : Cockburn | |
| My canoe lies on the water | |
| Evening holds the bones of day | |
| The sun like gold dust slips away | |
| One by one antique stars | |
| Herald the arrival of | |
| Their pale protectress moon | |
| Ragged branches vibrate | |
| Strummed by winds from o' er the hill | |
| Singing tales of ancient days | |
| Far and silent lightning | |
| Stirs the cauldron of the sky | |
| I turn my bow towards the shore | |
| As we grow out of stones | |
| On and on and on | |
| So we' ll all go to bones | |
| On and on for many a year | |
| But let us go laughing O | |
| Let us go | |
| And may the holy hermit' s staff | |
| On and on and on | |
| Guide you to the shortest path | |
| On and on for many a year | |
| And let us go laughing O | |
| Let us go | |
| Let us go laughing O | |
| Let us go |
| zuò cí : Cockburn | |
| My canoe lies on the water | |
| Evening holds the bones of day | |
| The sun like gold dust slips away | |
| One by one antique stars | |
| Herald the arrival of | |
| Their pale protectress moon | |
| Ragged branches vibrate | |
| Strummed by winds from o' er the hill | |
| Singing tales of ancient days | |
| Far and silent lightning | |
| Stirs the cauldron of the sky | |
| I turn my bow towards the shore | |
| As we grow out of stones | |
| On and on and on | |
| So we' ll all go to bones | |
| On and on for many a year | |
| But let us go laughing O | |
| Let us go | |
| And may the holy hermit' s staff | |
| On and on and on | |
| Guide you to the shortest path | |
| On and on for many a year | |
| And let us go laughing O | |
| Let us go | |
| Let us go laughing O | |
| Let us go |