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- AutumnFinale 歌词 Michael Cerveris Becky Ann Baker Martin Moran David Elder Matthew Bennett Titanic Ensemble Ted Sperling Brian d'Arcy James
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- Brian d'Arcy James AutumnFinale 歌词
- Michael Cerveris Becky Ann Baker Martin Moran David Elder Matthew Bennett Titanic Ensemble Ted Sperling Brian d'Arcy James
- Autumn
Shall we all meet in the autumn
Golden and glowing by autumn
Shall we still be best of friends
Best of friends
All through each languorous season
We ebb and flow
Romance defying all reason
Will come then go
Still perhaps this autumn
Love won't retreat in the autumn
We will be completed in the autumn
All that we have won't be past
Won't be past
Let breezes blow
And turn cold
As we continue growing old
This autumn
Love newly found
May yet last
So what do you say gentlemen I happen to play an excellent
Game of auction bridge may I join you
Where's your sense of occasion madam
I understand you've just lost your husband
Yes but not at cards
Ahead we plow
Into the darkening night
Can't see the bow
How then the search
With only starlight
No moon/Autumn
No wind/Shall we all meet in the
Nothing to spy things/Autumn
By golden and glowing by
No wave/Autumn
No swell/Shall we still be best of friends
No line where sea meets sky
Best of friends
Stillness darkness
Can't see a thing says I
No reflection
Not a shadow
Not a glint of light
Meets the eye
And we go sailing
See how calm it is
Sailing
Smooth as polished glass
Ever westward
Ah the open sea on the sea
Feel the bite in the air
And we go Sailing
Ah the open sea
Sailing
Smooth as polished glass
Ever on go we
No moon
No wind
No moon
No wind
No moon/The night was alive
No wind/with a thousand voices
No moon/Night was alive
No wind/with a thousand voices
No moon/The screws are turning
No wind/at eighty one
No moon/The screws are turning
No wind/at eighty one
No moon/The night/The screws/at once a poem
was alive/were turning/and the perfection
No wind/with a/at eighty one/of physical
thousand voices/The screws/engineering
No moon/were turning
No wind/at eighty one
Dear mother of god
Iceberg right ahead
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