| Song | And So Will Always Be |
| Artist | Crash Test Dummies |
| Album | Songs of the Unforgiven |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Roberts | |
| Once I went out walking | |
| And saw a crippled man | |
| He couldn't raise his glass to lips | |
| So crippled were his hands | |
| I stopped and watched, but could not | |
| Bring myself to lend a hand | |
| And so it is, and so it was | |
| And so will always be | |
| These things will be the way they will | |
| And I will be this me | |
| One day I was humming | |
| A simple melody | |
| When I heard birds whistling their tunes | |
| From high up in the trees | |
| My song seemed but a trifle now | |
| They sang so beautifully | |
| And so it is, and so it was | |
| And so will always be | |
| These things will be the way they will | |
| And I will be this me | |
| And now I listen to wind | |
| As I lay down to bed | |
| The snow has just begun to fall | |
| And cover all that's left | |
| The tops of fences, tips of trees | |
| And stones that mark the dead | |
| And so it is, and so it was | |
| And so will always be | |
| These things will be the way they will | |
| And I will be this me |
| zuo ci : Roberts | |
| Once I went out walking | |
| And saw a crippled man | |
| He couldn' t raise his glass to lips | |
| So crippled were his hands | |
| I stopped and watched, but could not | |
| Bring myself to lend a hand | |
| And so it is, and so it was | |
| And so will always be | |
| These things will be the way they will | |
| And I will be this me | |
| One day I was humming | |
| A simple melody | |
| When I heard birds whistling their tunes | |
| From high up in the trees | |
| My song seemed but a trifle now | |
| They sang so beautifully | |
| And so it is, and so it was | |
| And so will always be | |
| These things will be the way they will | |
| And I will be this me | |
| And now I listen to wind | |
| As I lay down to bed | |
| The snow has just begun to fall | |
| And cover all that' s left | |
| The tops of fences, tips of trees | |
| And stones that mark the dead | |
| And so it is, and so it was | |
| And so will always be | |
| These things will be the way they will | |
| And I will be this me |
| zuò cí : Roberts | |
| Once I went out walking | |
| And saw a crippled man | |
| He couldn' t raise his glass to lips | |
| So crippled were his hands | |
| I stopped and watched, but could not | |
| Bring myself to lend a hand | |
| And so it is, and so it was | |
| And so will always be | |
| These things will be the way they will | |
| And I will be this me | |
| One day I was humming | |
| A simple melody | |
| When I heard birds whistling their tunes | |
| From high up in the trees | |
| My song seemed but a trifle now | |
| They sang so beautifully | |
| And so it is, and so it was | |
| And so will always be | |
| These things will be the way they will | |
| And I will be this me | |
| And now I listen to wind | |
| As I lay down to bed | |
| The snow has just begun to fall | |
| And cover all that' s left | |
| The tops of fences, tips of trees | |
| And stones that mark the dead | |
| And so it is, and so it was | |
| And so will always be | |
| These things will be the way they will | |
| And I will be this me |