LRC歌词
[ti:If There were Dreams to Sell]
[ar:Benjamin Appl]
[al:Heimat]
[by:]
[offset:0]
[00:00.00]If There were Dreams to Sell - Benjamin Appl/John Ireland/James Baillieu
[00:04.40]Written by：John Ireland
[00:08.81]If there were dreams to sell
[00:14.35]What would you buy
[00:19.31]Some cost a passing bell
[00:26.38]Some a light sigh
[00:30.98]That shakes from life's fresh crown
[00:36.03]Only a rose leaf down
[00:44.37]If there were dreams to sell
[00:48.78]Merry and sad to tell
[00:53.72]And the crier rang the bell
[01:01.74]What would you buy
[01:09.41]A cottage lone and still
[01:17.57]With bowers nigh
[01:23.88]Shadowy my woes to still
[01:31.82]Until I die
[01:36.93]Such pearl from life's fresh crown
[01:42.02]Fain would I shake me down
[01:48.16]Were dreams to have at will
[01:53.20]This best would heal my ill
[01:58.18]This this would I buy
[ar:Benjamin Appl]
[al:Heimat]
[by:]
[offset:0]
[00:00.00]If There were Dreams to Sell - Benjamin Appl/John Ireland/James Baillieu
[00:04.40]Written by：John Ireland
[00:08.81]If there were dreams to sell
[00:14.35]What would you buy
[00:19.31]Some cost a passing bell
[00:26.38]Some a light sigh
[00:30.98]That shakes from life's fresh crown
[00:36.03]Only a rose leaf down
[00:44.37]If there were dreams to sell
[00:48.78]Merry and sad to tell
[00:53.72]And the crier rang the bell
[01:01.74]What would you buy
[01:09.41]A cottage lone and still
[01:17.57]With bowers nigh
[01:23.88]Shadowy my woes to still
[01:31.82]Until I die
[01:36.93]Such pearl from life's fresh crown
[01:42.02]Fain would I shake me down
[01:48.16]Were dreams to have at will
[01:53.20]This best would heal my ill
[01:58.18]This this would I buy
文本歌词
If There were Dreams to Sell - Benjamin Appl/John Ireland/James Baillieu
Written by：John Ireland
If there were dreams to sell
What would you buy
Some cost a passing bell
Some a light sigh
That shakes from life's fresh crown
Only a rose leaf down
If there were dreams to sell
Merry and sad to tell
And the crier rang the bell
What would you buy
A cottage lone and still
With bowers nigh
Shadowy my woes to still
Until I die
Such pearl from life's fresh crown
Fain would I shake me down
Were dreams to have at will
This best would heal my ill
This this would I buy
