我听之我见:夜深人静之时,远在异乡的你听到这首歌,沉睡的岁月开始苏醒,模糊的回忆变得清晰。低头沉吟:此刻,你离家何止五百里呢。
The Brothers Four: 500 Miles
If you miss the train I'm on
You will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow
A hundred miles
A hundred miles, 100 miles
A hundred miles, 100 miles
You can hear the whistle blow
A hundred miles
Lord I'm one; Lord I'm two
Lord I'm three; Lord I'm four
Lord I'm 500 miles
Away from home
Away from home
Away from home
Away from home
Lord I'm 500 miles
Away from home
Not a shirt on my back
Not a penny to my name
Lord I can't go back home this way
This way, this way, this way, this way
Lord I can't go back home this way
If you miss the train I'm on
You will know that l am gone
You can hear the whistle blow
A hundred miles