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  • 作曲 : Per Fredrik Pellek Asly
    Along the west coast of a modern land,
    I anchored my boat in the gloom...
    Anxious, I walked up the steep rolling hills in the fog –
    In the light of the moon.
    Welcome travelers from Sacramento to San Francisco!
    Passing by miners digging for gold and silver all through the night...
    Fishermen, fishing for Dungeness crabs – or anything else that might bite.
    One of the miners hands me a strange dark rock and says, "It's all right."
    I turn around from this kind old man and notice a flame fierce and bright...
    Standing, now on top of a hill my neck skin crawls and I feel a chill –
    Cause at the docks my old brigantine's on fire and is sinking!
    Is this the end?!
    I wonder as I run – running faster than anyone!
    No, I won't surrender – I'll never back down!
    I'll find my own way in this prodigious town!
    Nothing to rescue – it's far too late – I realize as I get close,
    Stopping to catch my breath outside old Victorian homes.
    I don't have a boat to sail with no more – I guess I just have to walk...
    I'm heading south, crossing a giant bridge sturdy as a rock.
    But at the docks my old brigantine's on fire and is sinking!
    It's not the end!
    Determined, as I stroll –
    Head held high, I will never fall!
    No, I won't surrender – I'll never back down!
    I'll find my own way in this prodigious town!
    I hear bullet shots and wild horses escape away from the mainland and into the lake...
    And as I run towards an abandoned saloon,
    I notice a graveyard for hot air balloons.
    One has a wicker basket good as new –
    Another an envelope with twigs sticking through.
    A small sewing job now and this bag's complete –
    The only thing lacking is a source of heat.
    I check my pockets quietly, but all I have is that rock.
    I smash it in anger – into the ground – and notice a small spark!
    This isn't granite of a lump of coal but quite a magical stone...
    Ascending towards the sky, I guess that old man was right all along.
    Astounded, as I fly –
    Looking down at the night sky!
    I didn't surrender – I didn't back down!
    No, this ain't the end!
    Astounded, as I fly –
    Looking down at the night sky!
    I didn't surrender – I didn't back down!
    In this prodigious town!
  • 作曲 : Per Fredrik Pellek Asly
    Along the west coast of a modern land,
    I anchored my boat in the gloom...
    Anxious, I walked up the steep rolling hills in the fog –
    In the light of the moon.
    Welcome travelers from Sacramento to San Francisco!
    Passing by miners digging for gold and silver all through the night...
    Fishermen, fishing for Dungeness crabs – or anything else that might bite.
    One of the miners hands me a strange dark rock and says, "It's all right."
    I turn around from this kind old man and notice a flame fierce and bright...
    Standing, now on top of a hill my neck skin crawls and I feel a chill –
    Cause at the docks my old brigantine's on fire and is sinking!
    Is this the end?!
    I wonder as I run – running faster than anyone!
    No, I won't surrender – I'll never back down!
    I'll find my own way in this prodigious town!
    Nothing to rescue – it's far too late – I realize as I get close,
    Stopping to catch my breath outside old Victorian homes.
    I don't have a boat to sail with no more – I guess I just have to walk...
    I'm heading south, crossing a giant bridge sturdy as a rock.
    But at the docks my old brigantine's on fire and is sinking!
    It's not the end!
    Determined, as I stroll –
    Head held high, I will never fall!
    No, I won't surrender – I'll never back down!
    I'll find my own way in this prodigious town!
    I hear bullet shots and wild horses escape away from the mainland and into the lake...
    And as I run towards an abandoned saloon,
    I notice a graveyard for hot air balloons.
    One has a wicker basket good as new –
    Another an envelope with twigs sticking through.
    A small sewing job now and this bag's complete –
    The only thing lacking is a source of heat.
    I check my pockets quietly, but all I have is that rock.
    I smash it in anger – into the ground – and notice a small spark!
    This isn't granite of a lump of coal but quite a magical stone...
    Ascending towards the sky, I guess that old man was right all along.
    Astounded, as I fly –
    Looking down at the night sky!
    I didn't surrender – I didn't back down!
    No, this ain't the end!
    Astounded, as I fly –
    Looking down at the night sky!
    I didn't surrender – I didn't back down!
    In this prodigious town!