《Medley: Turn! Turn! Turn! (To Everything There Is A Season)/Mr. Tambourine Man/Eight Miles High》歌词

歌曲： Medley: Turn! Turn! Turn! (To Everything There Is A Season)/Mr. Tambourine Man/Eight Miles High

所属专辑：Live At the Fillmore - February 1969

歌手： The Byrds

时长： 09:47

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Medley: Turn! Turn! Turn! (To Everything There Is A Season)/Mr. Tambourine Man/Eight Miles High - The Byrds[00:00:00]

To everything - turn turn turn[00:00:22]

There is a season - turn turn turn[00:00:27]

And a time to every purpose under heaven[00:00:32]

A time to be born a time to die[00:00:39]

A time to plant a time to reap[00:00:42]

A time to kill a time to heal[00:00:46]

A time to laugh a time to weep[00:00:50]

To everything - turn turn turn[00:00:57]

There is a season - turn turn turn[00:01:02]

And a time to every purpose under heaven[00:01:07]

A time of war a time of peace[00:01:14]

A time of war a time of peace[00:01:19]

A time you may embrace[00:01:23]

A time to refrain from embracing[00:01:25]

Hey Mister Tambourine Man play a song for me[00:02:19]

I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm goin' to[00:02:25]

Hey Mister Tambourine Man play a song for me[00:02:32]

In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you[00:02:39]

Take me for a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship[00:02:50]

All my senses have been stripped[00:02:56]

And my hands can't feel to grip[00:03:00]

And my toes too numb to step[00:03:04]

Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'[00:03:07]

I'm ready to go anywhere I'm ready for to fade[00:03:15]

On to my own parade cast your dancin' spell my way[00:03:22]

I promise to go under it[00:03:30]

Hey Mister Tambourine Man play a song for me[00:03:36]

I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm goin' to[00:03:43]

Hey Mister Tambourine Man play a song for me[00:03:51]

In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you[00:03:58]

Eight miles high and when you touch down[00:04:56]

You'll find that it's stranger than known[00:05:04]

Signs in the street that say where you're going[00:05:11]

Are somewhere just being their own [00:05:19]

Nowhere is there warmth to be found[00:05:33]

Among those afraid of losing their ground[00:05:40]

Rain gray town known for its sound[00:05:48]

In places small faces unbound[00:05:56]

Round the squares huddled in storms[00:07:41]

Some laughing some just shapeless forms[00:07:49]

Sidewalk scenes and black limousines[00:07:56]

Some living some standing alone[00:08:03]