Alela Diane - The Alder Trees
LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
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I can hear the elders whispering in words so sweet and low
The alder trees were listening to songs been sung before
My friend and I collecting skeletons of leaves
Making tiny piles oh and sifting through the weeds
Wind blows the tiny green
Tiny green
Wind blows the tiny green
Helicopter seeds
Wind blows the tiny green
Tiny green
Wind blows the tiny green
Helicopter seeds
Oh wandering in days unfolding with
hats fashioned of mud and snakeskin
Oh wandering in days unfolding with
hats fashioned of mud and snakeskin
Of mud and snake-skin
As I think about the ladies who werent allowed to sing
Sewing all their pretty rows of thread instead of singing
And what about the black braided sisters of Mariee
We sat upon their grinding rock as children used to be
Beneath the knotted pine
Knotted pine
Beneath the knotted pine
At the gardens edge
Beneath the knotted pine
Knotted pine
Beneath the knotted pine
At the gardens edge
Oh laughing little girls clapping
Ghosts weaving our hair to baskets
And ghosts weaving our hair to baskets
Oh laughing little girls clapping
And ghosts weaving our hair to baskets
Our hair to baskets
I can hear the elders whispering in words so sweet and low
The alder trees were listening to songs been sung before
My friend and I collecting skeletons of leaves
Making tiny piles oh and sifting through the weeds
Making tiny piles oh and sifting through the weeds
编辑于2008/05/23更新

The Whispering Wind歌词

Moby

简介： 1965年9月11日生于美国纽约哈林区。巧的是，他的生日正是世贸大厦遭到恐怖袭击的那一天，当年同时遭殃的还有他位于世贸大厦内的音乐工作室，想必他在36岁生日那天过得很不愉快。

[ti:The Alder Trees]
[ar:Alela Diane]
[al:To Be Still]
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[00:01.00]Alela Diane - The Alder Trees
[00:02.00]LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang
[00:03.00]@ @
[00:04.00]
[00:05.44]I can hear the elders whispering in words so sweet and low
[00:11.50]The alder trees were listening to songs been sung before
[00:16.74]My friend and I collecting skeletons of leaves
[00:22.86]Making tiny piles oh and sifting through the weeds
[00:28.48]
[00:29.19]Wind blows the tiny green
[00:33.36]Tiny green
[00:35.35]Wind blows the tiny green
[00:38.26]Helicopter seeds
[00:41.19]Wind blows the tiny green
[00:44.02]Tiny green
[00:46.43]Wind blows the tiny green
[00:49.71]Helicopter seeds
[00:53.26]
[00:54.11]Oh wandering in days unfolding with
[01:00.04]hats fashioned of mud and snakeskin
[01:06.06]Oh wandering in days unfolding with
[01:11.99]hats fashioned of mud and snakeskin
[01:17.90]Of mud and snake-skin
[01:20.16]
[01:21.00]As I think about the ladies who werent allowed to sing
[01:27.38]Sewing all their pretty rows of thread instead of singing
[01:33.52]And what about the black braided sisters of Mariee
[01:39.22]We sat upon their grinding rock as children used to be
[01:44.66]
[01:45.49]Beneath the knotted pine
[01:49.53]Knotted pine
[01:51.89]Beneath the knotted pine
[01:54.64]At the gardens edge
[01:57.56]Beneath the knotted pine
[02:00.47]Knotted pine
[02:02.81]Beneath the knotted pine
[02:06.06]At the gardens edge
[02:09.23]
[02:10.55]Oh laughing little girls clapping
[02:13.52]Ghosts weaving our hair to baskets
[02:16.40]And ghosts weaving our hair to baskets
[02:22.50]Oh laughing little girls clapping
[02:27.51]And ghosts weaving our hair to baskets
[02:33.72]Our hair to baskets
[02:37.20]
[02:48.52]I can hear the elders whispering in words so sweet and low
[02:55.04]The alder trees were listening to songs been sung before
[03:01.11]My friend and I collecting skeletons of leaves
[03:07.17]Making tiny piles oh and sifting through the weeds
[03:12.91]Making tiny piles oh and sifting through the weeds
[03:20.00]

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