Lirik Lagu The Ferryman - Ralph McTell
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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.
Oh, the traveller moving on the land, behold I give you, I give you the travelling man.And he's very heavy laden with the questions in his burden.Lo, and I give you the travelling man.He has crossed the mountains, he has forded streams.He has spent a long time surviving on his dreams.Many times he's tried to lighten up his heavy load.But his compromises fail him and he ends back on the road.
Oh the traveller he is weary, the travelling man he is tired.For the road is never ending in his fear he has cried aloud for a saviourAnd in vain for a teacher, someone to lighten up the loadAnd he's heard the sounds of war in a gentle shower of rainAnd the whisperings of despair that he could not explain.The reason for his journey, or the reason it beganOr was there any reason for the travelling man.
At last he reached a river so beautiful and wideBut the current was so strong he could not reach the other sideAnd the weary travelling man looked for a ferryman strong enough to row against the tide,And the ferryman was old but he moved the boat so well,Or did the river move the boat? The traveller could not tell.Said the ferryman, "You're weary and the answers that you seek,Are in the singing river, listen humbly it will speak."
Oh, the traveller closed his eyes and he listened and he heardOnly the river murmuring and the beating of his heart.Then he heard the river laughing, and he heard the river cryingAnd in it was the beauty and the sadness of the worldAnd he heard the sounds of dying, but he heard the sounds of birthAnd slowly his ears heard all the sounds of earth.The sounds blended together and they became a wholeAnd the rhythm was his heartbeat to the music his soul.
And the river had no beginning, as it flowed into the seaAnd the seas filled the clouds and the rains filled the streamsAnd as slowly as the sunrise, he opened up his eyesTo find the ferryman had gone, the boat moved gently on the tide.And the river flowed within him, and with it he was oneAnd the seas moved around the earth, and the earth around the sun.And the traveller was the river, was the boat and ferryman,Was the journey and the song that the singing river sang.
Oh the traveller he is weary, the travelling man he is tired.For the road is never ending in his fear he has cried aloud for a saviourAnd in vain for a teacher, someone to lighten up the loadAnd he's heard the sounds of war in a gentle shower of rainAnd the whisperings of despair that he could not explain.The reason for his journey, or the reason it beganOr was there any reason for the travelling man.
At last he reached a river so beautiful and wideBut the current was so strong he could not reach the other sideAnd the weary travelling man looked for a ferryman strong enough to row against the tide,And the ferryman was old but he moved the boat so well,Or did the river move the boat? The traveller could not tell.Said the ferryman, "You're weary and the answers that you seek,Are in the singing river, listen humbly it will speak."
Oh, the traveller closed his eyes and he listened and he heardOnly the river murmuring and the beating of his heart.Then he heard the river laughing, and he heard the river cryingAnd in it was the beauty and the sadness of the worldAnd he heard the sounds of dying, but he heard the sounds of birthAnd slowly his ears heard all the sounds of earth.The sounds blended together and they became a wholeAnd the rhythm was his heartbeat to the music his soul.
And the river had no beginning, as it flowed into the seaAnd the seas filled the clouds and the rains filled the streamsAnd as slowly as the sunrise, he opened up his eyesTo find the ferryman had gone, the boat moved gently on the tide.And the river flowed within him, and with it he was oneAnd the seas moved around the earth, and the earth around the sun.And the traveller was the river, was the boat and ferryman,Was the journey and the song that the singing river sang.
