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  • 作词 : Fleming, Ian
    The seagulls of summer have flown
    The sailors have wintered their boats
    Come sit by the fire
    And tell me your secrets
    Love isn't kept easily
    The windows are shuttered and closed
    Blankets to keep out the cold
    But you are still restless
    Your heart is enchanted
    Drifting away from me
    And is she beautiful
    She must be pretty or worse
    To ride the high seas
    She must be beautiful
    White linen sails
    That have captured your vagrant breeze
    Singing her siren song
    Luring you far from the harbor
    And into the gales
    She must be beautiful
    So beautiful
    To have stolen the wind from my sails
    Casting your dreams out to sea
    Will you remember me
    As years go by
    Slipped with the tide
    It was I who set you free
    And is she beautiful
    She must be pretty or worse
    To ride the high seas
    She must be beautiful
    White linen sails
    That have captured your vagrant breeze
    Singing her siren song
    Luring you far from the harbor
    And into the gales
    She must be beautiful
    So beautiful
    To have stolen the wind from my sails
    So beautiful
    To have stolen the wind from my sails
  • 作词 : Fleming, Ian
    The seagulls of summer have flown
    The sailors have wintered their boats
    Come sit by the fire
    And tell me your secrets
    Love isn't kept easily
    The windows are shuttered and closed
    Blankets to keep out the cold
    But you are still restless
    Your heart is enchanted
    Drifting away from me
    And is she beautiful
    She must be pretty or worse
    To ride the high seas
    She must be beautiful
    White linen sails
    That have captured your vagrant breeze
    Singing her siren song
    Luring you far from the harbor
    And into the gales
    She must be beautiful
    So beautiful
    To have stolen the wind from my sails
    Casting your dreams out to sea
    Will you remember me
    As years go by
    Slipped with the tide
    It was I who set you free
    And is she beautiful
    She must be pretty or worse
    To ride the high seas
    She must be beautiful
    White linen sails
    That have captured your vagrant breeze
    Singing her siren song
    Luring you far from the harbor
    And into the gales
    She must be beautiful
    So beautiful
    To have stolen the wind from my sails
    So beautiful
    To have stolen the wind from my sails