制作
出演艺人
Hunter Flynn
原声吉他
Don Rogers
小提琴
作曲和作词
Hunter Flynn
词曲作者
制作和工程
Dan Micoff
工程师
Mill Springs Studio
录音工程师
歌词
Well, a bright red ray of sunshine
Slips through the window pane
And it breaks my heart
To see her suffer
Another long Summer day
Well she withers away
In that bed she's laid
For the last nine months or so
And it takes all she's got
Just to cry out to God
To come and take her home
'Cause the world keeps turning
And the birds keep singing
No matter how sick she feels
And I pray to God that he takes my soul
Before I ever live to get that ill
Let the Lord be with her
When the morphine hits her
To the sound of the whippoorwill
And I pray to God that he takes my soul
Before I ever live to get that ill
Well the life in her eyes
It comes sometimes
But it fades oh so fast
She don't even know her own daughters' names
And she's forgotten how to laugh
It's not much of a life
When you can't feel the sun on your skin
Is it wrong of me, her own flesh and blood
To pray tonight it'll end
'Cause the world keeps turning
And the birds keep singing
No matter how sick she feels
And I pray to God that he takes my soul
Before I ever live to get that ill
Let the Lord be with her
When the morphine hits her
To the sound of the whippoorwill
And I pray to God that he takes my soul
Before I ever live to get that ill
Well, a bright red ray of sunshine
Slips through the window pane
And it breaks my heart
To see her suffer
Another long
Summer day
Written by: Hunter Flynn
