Lirik Lagu The Spell Of The Yukon - Hank Snow
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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.
I wanted the gold, and I sought it,I scrabbled and mucked like a slave.Was it famine or scurvy -- I fought it;I hurled my youth into a grave.I wanted the gold, and I got it --Came out with a fortune last fall, --Yet somehow life's not what I thought it,And somehow the gold isn't all.
No! There's the land. (Have you seen it?)It's the cussedest land that I know,From the big, dizzy mountains that screen itTo the deep, deathlike valleys below.Some say God was tired when He made it;Some say it's a fine land to shun;Maybe; but there's some as would trade itFor no land on earth -- and I'm one.
You come to get rich (damned good reason);You feel like an exile at first;You hate it like hell for a season,And then you are worse than the worst.It grips you like some kinds of sinning;It twists you from foe to a friend;It seems it's been since the beginning;It seems it will be to the end.
I've stood in some mighty-mouthed hollowThat's plumb-full of hush to the brim;I've watched the big, husky sun wallowIn crimson and gold, and grow dim,Till the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming,And the stars tumbled out, neck and crop;And I've thought that I surely was dreaming,With the peace o' the world piled on top.
The summer -- no sweeter was ever;The sunshiny woods all athrill;The grayling aleap in the river,The bighorn asleep on the hill.The strong life that never knows harness;The wilds where the caribou call;The freshness, the freedom, the farness --O God! how I'm stuck on it all.
The winter! the brightness that blinds you,The white land locked tight as a drum,The cold fear that follows and finds you,The silence that bludgeons you dumb.The snows that are older than history,The woods where the weird shadows slant;The stillness, the moonlight, the mystery,I've bade 'em good-by -- but I can
No! There's the land. (Have you seen it?)It's the cussedest land that I know,From the big, dizzy mountains that screen itTo the deep, deathlike valleys below.Some say God was tired when He made it;Some say it's a fine land to shun;Maybe; but there's some as would trade itFor no land on earth -- and I'm one.
You come to get rich (damned good reason);You feel like an exile at first;You hate it like hell for a season,And then you are worse than the worst.It grips you like some kinds of sinning;It twists you from foe to a friend;It seems it's been since the beginning;It seems it will be to the end.
I've stood in some mighty-mouthed hollowThat's plumb-full of hush to the brim;I've watched the big, husky sun wallowIn crimson and gold, and grow dim,Till the moon set the pearly peaks gleaming,And the stars tumbled out, neck and crop;And I've thought that I surely was dreaming,With the peace o' the world piled on top.
The summer -- no sweeter was ever;The sunshiny woods all athrill;The grayling aleap in the river,The bighorn asleep on the hill.The strong life that never knows harness;The wilds where the caribou call;The freshness, the freedom, the farness --O God! how I'm stuck on it all.
The winter! the brightness that blinds you,The white land locked tight as a drum,The cold fear that follows and finds you,The silence that bludgeons you dumb.The snows that are older than history,The woods where the weird shadows slant;The stillness, the moonlight, the mystery,I've bade 'em good-by -- but I can
