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演出藝人
Birch Book
Birch Book
演出者
詞曲
Bobin Eirth
Bobin Eirth
詞曲創作

歌詞

Got no design to set my sight
Got no mind for wrong or right
Got no line to set it straight
Just some shine to lay the light on
Page and pen with which I write a stray summer song
The weather's fine if you're stopping by
And I don't mind if you stay the while
Pardon if I seem of absent mind
Or little dazed, I'm just flying high
It's a subtle wind but you could catch a ride on a stray summer song
(Stray summer song)
Turning onto the light of creation
(Stray summer song)
Rising up at the mount of the shining sun
(Stray summer song)
Through the mist of the early morning dawn
Got no fear, got nothing to hide
Got no tear for the days gone by
Got no ear for reasons why
Got no care to satisfy
Just setting here with the lilt and rhyme of a stray summer song
Got no bruise from the condescension
The world's ruse and its disposition
I can take abuse, it's no imposition on the finer use of imagination
A wayward muse for the inspiration of a stray summer song
(Stray summer song)
Rising up through the mist on the mountain
(Stray summer song)
Heralding the season's revolution
(Stray summer song)
Let it on the old day is passing on
A tangled scrawl on a rumpled page
Dishelved lace from a tattered sleeve
Stranger thoughts have been mislaid
Out on the path among the fray
A rarer warp and weft to weave a stray summer song
(Stray summer song)
A migrant course for a lost procession
(Stray summer song)
A supple strand in the cloth of conception
(Stray summer song)
Rising up through the mist of the morning dawn
If you suppose that you could find
The open door to a state of mind
Without no ties, nothing to unbind in the age old house of the tendrilled vine
Just bring a bowl for the mellow wine of a stray summer song
(Stray summer song)
Rising out on the mind of creation
(Stray summer song)
Vintage dawn of a subtle vibration
(Stray summer song)
Heralding the season's revolution
(Stray summer song)
Turning on at the mount of a shining sun
(Stray summer song)
To the mist of the early morning dawn
Written by: Bobin Eirth
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