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On The Border (游走边缘) (LP版) - Al Stewart (阿尔·史蒂伍德)

Written by：Al Stewart

The fishing boats go out

Across the evening water

Smuggling guns and arms

Across the spanish border

The wind whips up the waves so loud

The ghost moon sails among the clouds

Turns the rifles into silver on the border

On my wall the colours of

The maps are running

From africa the winds

They talk of changes coming

The torches flare up in the night

The hand that sets the farms alight

Has spread the word to

Those who're waiting on the

Border

In the village where I grew up

Nothing seems the same

Still you never see

The change from day to day

And no one notices

The customs slip away

Late last night the rain was

Knocking at my window

I moved across the darkened

Room and in the lampglow

I thought I saw down in the street

The spirit of the century

Telling us that we're all

Standing on the border

In the islands where I grew up

Nothing seems the same

It's just the patterns that remain

An empty shell

But there's a strangeness in

The air you feel too

Well

The fishing boats go out

Across the evening water

Smuggling guns and arms

Across the spanish border

The wind whips up the waves so loud

The ghost moon sails among the clouds

Turns the rifles into silver on the border

On the border

On the border

On the border