The Spinner's Tale
作词 : Candice Night
作曲 : Ritchie Blackmore
The Spinner's Tale -Blackmore 's Night
Somewhere the leaves on the trees look like lace
Falling in shadows across your face
Sunshine and darkness in perfect harmony
Shadows now live where light used to be
A spinning wheel where our memories were spun
Weaving our way through the fabric of time
Winding the wheel back to where we had begun
Spinning away to when you once were mine
Here in my chamber waiting for the dawn
I turn away the curtains are drawn
Somewhere in time when the night began to fall
Just for a moment we had it all
A spinning wheel where our memories were spun
Weaving our way through the fabric of time
Winding the wheel back to where we had begun
Spinning away to when you once were mine
We choose our path never knowing right or wrong
Ribbons get tangled within the storm
Just like the widow was weaving her web
The spinners wheel holds tight to the thread
The Spinner's TaleLRC歌词
[00:00.000] 作词 : Candice Night
[00:00.300] 作曲 : Ritchie Blackmore
[00:00.601]The Spinner's Tale -Blackmore 's Night
[00:10.710]Somewhere the leaves on the trees look like lace
[00:15.810]Falling in shadows across your face
[00:25.220]Sunshine and darkness in perfect harmony
[00:30.320]Shadows now live where light used to be
[00:39.959]A spinning wheel where our memories were spun
[00:44.849]Weaving our way through the fabric of time
[00:51.659]Winding the wheel back to where we had begun
[00:56.578]Spinning away to when you once were mine
[01:32.437]Here in my chamber waiting for the dawn
[01:37.456]I turn away the curtains are drawn
[01:46.546]Somewhere in time when the night began to fall
[01:51.886]Just for a moment we had it all
[02:01.446]A spinning wheel where our memories were spun
[02:06.336]Weaving our way through the fabric of time
[02:12.806]Winding the wheel back to where we had begun
[02:18.86]Spinning away to when you once were mine
[02:53.842]We choose our path never knowing right or wrong
[02:58.932]Ribbons get tangled within the storm
[03:07.982]Just like the widow was weaving her web
[03:13.121]The spinners wheel holds tight to the thread
