The Last Time I Saw Her-Gordon Lightfoot

[ti:The Last Time I Saw Her] [ar:Gordon Lightfoot] [al:Did She Mention My Name] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]The Last Time I Saw Her (我最后一次见她) - Gordon Lightfoot [00:17.87]Written by：Gordon Lightfoot [00:35.75]The last time I saw her face her eyes were bathed in starlight [00:44.74] [00:46.34]And her hair hung long [00:47.39] [00:52.26]The last time she spoke to me her lips were like the scented flowers [01:01.38] [01:03.07]Inside a rain drenched forest [01:05.64] [01:10.64]But that was so long ago [01:12.47] [01:13.45]That I can scarcely feel the way I felt before [01:18.44] [01:23.65]And if time could heal the wounds [01:27.18] [01:29.03]I would tear the threads away that I might bleed some more [01:36.14] [01:39.86]The last time I walked with her [01:44.41] [01:47.50]Her laughter was the steeple bells [01:50.27] [01:51.13]That ring to greet the morning sun [01:54.05] [01:55.91]A voice that called to everyone [01:58.41] [02:00.08]To love the ground we walked upon [02:02.41] [02:05.15]Those were good day [02:07.18] [02:24.73]The last time I held her hand her touch was autumn spring [02:34.09]And summer and winter too [02:36.53] [02:41.09]The last time I let go of her she walked away into the night [02:50.79] [02:52.22]I lost her in the misty streets a thousand months a thousand miles [02:59.52] [03:01.31]When other lips will kiss her eyes [03:03.98] [03:05.39]A million miles beyond the moon that's where she is [03:11.95] [03:29.45]But that was so long ago that [03:32.65]I can scarcely feel the way I felt before [03:37.25] [03:42.27]And if time could heal the wounds [03:46.03] [03:47.77]I would tear the threads away that I might bleed some more [03:54.99] [03:58.55]The last time I saw her face her eyes were bathed in starlight [04:08.48] [04:09.75]And she walked alone [04:10.74] [04:15.40]The last time she kissed my cheek [04:19.68] [04:22.73]Her lips were like the wilted leaves [04:25.24] [04:26.33]Upon the autumn covered hills [04:29.38] [04:31.42]Resting on the frozen ground [04:33.50] [04:35.39]The seeds of love lie cold and still [04:38.27] [04:39.56]Beneath a battered marking stone [04:42.03] [04:46.63]It lies forgotten