作词 : Ian Anderson 作曲 : Ian Anderson Whenever I get to feel this way Hard to find new words to say I think about the bad old days We used to know Nights of winter turn me cold Fears of dying and getting old We ran the race and the race was won By running slowly Could be soon when I cease to sound Slowly upstairs, faster down Ah, then to revisit stony grounds We used to know Remembering mornings, shillings spared It made no sense to leave the bed Oh, the bad old days, they came and went Ha, giving way to fruitful years
作词 : Ian Anderson 作曲 : Ian Anderson Whenever I get to feel this way Hard to find new words to say I think about the bad old days We used to know Nights of winter turn me cold Fears of dying and getting old We ran the race and the race was won By running slowly Could be soon when I cease to sound Slowly upstairs, faster down Ah, then to revisit stony grounds We used to know Remembering mornings, shillings spared It made no sense to leave the bed Oh, the bad old days, they came and went Ha, giving way to fruitful years
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