作曲 : Peter Furler/Steve Taylor RSL 1984Some kissed the girls, I kissed the floor The Bover boys with their boots shiny red Three dollar champagne stirring my head We rolled out the barrels, boys We sang with a single voice Let all tears turn to gold and the hell I've raised Lord, let it fade away As Your glories unfold give me a part to play Grant me another day The surf and the sky and the Sunshine Coast of gold Floating on a long board, life on hold I never know the way, but You always take me there And I need it now like the Mooloolaba air We'll roll with the next wave, boys We'll sing out, we'll make some noise Let all tears turn to gold and the hell I've raised Lord, let it fade away As Your glories unfold give me a part to play Grant me another day Red dust rises clouds your every thought You don't know you're deceived until you're not Good dog, bad dog, they get to fighting in your head The winner is the last one getting fed God is alive and my magic is no good And He's called me out on this walkabout He leads me to water and traces each song line And I know to know His ways are higher than mine So roll out the road rig, boys And sing with a grateful voice Let all tears turn to gold and the hell that's raised Lord, let it fade away As Your glories unfold give us a part to play Grant us another day Let all tears turn to gold and the hell that's raised Lord, let it fade away As Your glories unfold give us a part to play Grant us another day
作曲 : Peter Furler/Steve Taylor RSL 1984Some kissed the girls, I kissed the floor The Bover boys with their boots shiny red Three dollar champagne stirring my head We rolled out the barrels, boys We sang with a single voice Let all tears turn to gold and the hell I've raised Lord, let it fade away As Your glories unfold give me a part to play Grant me another day The surf and the sky and the Sunshine Coast of gold Floating on a long board, life on hold I never know the way, but You always take me there And I need it now like the Mooloolaba air We'll roll with the next wave, boys We'll sing out, we'll make some noise Let all tears turn to gold and the hell I've raised Lord, let it fade away As Your glories unfold give me a part to play Grant me another day Red dust rises clouds your every thought You don't know you're deceived until you're not Good dog, bad dog, they get to fighting in your head The winner is the last one getting fed God is alive and my magic is no good And He's called me out on this walkabout He leads me to water and traces each song line And I know to know His ways are higher than mine So roll out the road rig, boys And sing with a grateful voice Let all tears turn to gold and the hell that's raised Lord, let it fade away As Your glories unfold give us a part to play Grant us another day Let all tears turn to gold and the hell that's raised Lord, let it fade away As Your glories unfold give us a part to play Grant us another day
