Lirik Lagu Don Quixote - Gordon Lightfoot
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Through the woodland, through the valleyComes a horseman wild and freeTilting at the windmills passingWho can the brave young horseman beHe is wild but he is mellowHe is strong but he is weakHe is cruel but he is gentleHe is wise but he is meek
Reaching for his saddlebagHe takes a battered book into his handStanding like a prophet boldHe shouts across the ocean to the shoreTill he can shout no more
I have come o'er moor and mountainLike the hawk upon the wingI was once a shining knightWho was the guardian of a kingI have searched the whole world overLooking for a place to sleepI have seen the strong surviveAnd I have seen the lean grown weak
See the children of the earthWho wake to find the table bareSee the gentry in the countryRiding off to take the air
Reaching for his saddlebagHe takes a rusty sword into his handThen striking up a knightly poseHe shouts across the ocean to the shoreTill he can shout no more
See the jailor with his keyWho locks away all trace of sinSee the judge upon the benchWho tries the case as best he canSee the wise and wicked onesWho feed upon life's sacred fireSee the soldier with his gunWho must be dead to be admired
See the man who tips the needleSee the man who buys and sellsSee the man who puts the collarOn the ones who dare not tellSee the drunkard in the tavernStemming gold to make ends meetSee the youth in ghetto blackCondemned to life upon the street
Reaching for his saddlebagHe takes a tarnished cross into his handThen standing like a preacher nowHe shouts across the ocean to the shoreThen in a blaze of tangled hoovesHe gallops off across the dusty plainIn vain to search againWhere no one will hear
Through the woodland, through the valleyComes a horseman wild and freeTilting at the windmills passingWho can
Reaching for his saddlebagHe takes a battered book into his handStanding like a prophet boldHe shouts across the ocean to the shoreTill he can shout no more
I have come o'er moor and mountainLike the hawk upon the wingI was once a shining knightWho was the guardian of a kingI have searched the whole world overLooking for a place to sleepI have seen the strong surviveAnd I have seen the lean grown weak
See the children of the earthWho wake to find the table bareSee the gentry in the countryRiding off to take the air
Reaching for his saddlebagHe takes a rusty sword into his handThen striking up a knightly poseHe shouts across the ocean to the shoreTill he can shout no more
See the jailor with his keyWho locks away all trace of sinSee the judge upon the benchWho tries the case as best he canSee the wise and wicked onesWho feed upon life's sacred fireSee the soldier with his gunWho must be dead to be admired
See the man who tips the needleSee the man who buys and sellsSee the man who puts the collarOn the ones who dare not tellSee the drunkard in the tavernStemming gold to make ends meetSee the youth in ghetto blackCondemned to life upon the street
Reaching for his saddlebagHe takes a tarnished cross into his handThen standing like a preacher nowHe shouts across the ocean to the shoreThen in a blaze of tangled hoovesHe gallops off across the dusty plainIn vain to search againWhere no one will hear
Through the woodland, through the valleyComes a horseman wild and freeTilting at the windmills passingWho can
