Lirik Lagu Weaver Song (holly Ann) - Judy Collins
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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.
She is a weaverThrough her hands the bright thread travelsBlue green water, willows weeping, silver starsShe sings and sighs as the shuttle fliesThrough the yarn like a Kerry dancerPink and purple velvet red for a lover's bed
Living north of San FranciscoWith a man who build his house aloneLiving peaceful in the countryThe lights of the Golden Gate will lead her home
She is a spinnerIn her hands the wooden wheel turns the wool aroundThe around againThe gypsy from Bolinas sits and plays the mandolinFaces smile in the firelight of a foggy night
Living north of San FranciscoSometimes it's nice to be aloneShe says it's peaceful where she is livingThe lights of the Golden Gate will lead her home
You can see the bridges of the cityHanging in the air by steel and stoneShe says it's peaceful where she's livingThe lights of the Golden Gate will lead her home
She is a weaverThrough her hand the bright thread travelsBlue green water, willows weeping, silver starsShe is my sister, the baby born when I was olderHer hands are light, her hair is bright as the summer sun
Living north of San FranciscoSometimes it's nice to be aloneShe says it's peaceful in the countryThe lights of the Golden Gate will lead her homeThe lights of the Golden Gate will lead her home
Living north of San FranciscoWith a man who build his house aloneLiving peaceful in the countryThe lights of the Golden Gate will lead her home
She is a spinnerIn her hands the wooden wheel turns the wool aroundThe around againThe gypsy from Bolinas sits and plays the mandolinFaces smile in the firelight of a foggy night
Living north of San FranciscoSometimes it's nice to be aloneShe says it's peaceful where she is livingThe lights of the Golden Gate will lead her home
You can see the bridges of the cityHanging in the air by steel and stoneShe says it's peaceful where she's livingThe lights of the Golden Gate will lead her home
She is a weaverThrough her hand the bright thread travelsBlue green water, willows weeping, silver starsShe is my sister, the baby born when I was olderHer hands are light, her hair is bright as the summer sun
Living north of San FranciscoSometimes it's nice to be aloneShe says it's peaceful in the countryThe lights of the Golden Gate will lead her homeThe lights of the Golden Gate will lead her home
