[00:00.00] 作曲 : Menig
[00:06.18]I've been knockin' on that door in my sleep
[00:10.07]Fighting the fireplace glow
[00:12.16]I've been knockin' on that door in my sleep
[00:15.83]Fighting the fireplace glow
[00:18.20]To keep me away
[00:21.28]To keep me away from home
[00:27.19]Papa, get the rifle from its place above the French doors!
[00:31.84]They're comin' from the woods!
[00:34.78]Oh! They're comin' from the woods!
[00:38.42]And mama you're running too
[00:40.48]Oh! My mama, you're running too
[00:50.23]Brother, I'm so sorry that you watched the paintings burn
[00:56.97]I've been holding onto the gold
[01:00.26]When letting go would free my hand
[01:02.56]And I've been tying your tongue in a knot
[01:05.38]Oh! I've been tying your tongue in a knot
[01:08.11]To wrap this death
[01:10.91]To wrap this death in a sheet
[01:16.11]Papa, get the rifle from its place above the French doors!
[01:21.00]They're comin' from the woods!
[01:23.96]Oh! They're comin' from the woods!
[01:27.42]And mama you're running too
[01:37.70]Oh! My mama, you're running too
[01:40.26]Brother, I'm so sorry that you watched the paintings burn
[01:47.09]I can't hide the dirty paths down that carpet anymore
[01:58.06]There were too many heavy boots
[02:00.46]There were too many heavy boots
[02:02.99]There were too many big black boots
[02:03.36]And there were too many little brown shoes
[02:13.88]Marching through
[02:16.87]So I'm counting it to the sky
[02:19.29]Oh! I'm counting it to the sky
[02:28.08]And moving back to face the lack of home
[02:41.89]

作曲 : Menig
I've been knockin' on that door in my sleep
Fighting the fireplace glow
I've been knockin' on that door in my sleep
Fighting the fireplace glow
To keep me away
To keep me away from home
Papa, get the rifle from its place above the French doors!
They're comin' from the woods!
Oh! They're comin' from the woods!
And mama you're running too
Oh! My mama, you're running too
Brother, I'm so sorry that you watched the paintings burn
I've been holding onto the gold
When letting go would free my hand
And I've been tying your tongue in a knot
Oh! I've been tying your tongue in a knot
To wrap this death
To wrap this death in a sheet
Papa, get the rifle from its place above the French doors!
They're comin' from the woods!
Oh! They're comin' from the woods!
And mama you're running too
Oh! My mama, you're running too
Brother, I'm so sorry that you watched the paintings burn
I can't hide the dirty paths down that carpet anymore
There were too many heavy boots
There were too many heavy boots
There were too many big black boots
And there were too many little brown shoes
Marching through
So I'm counting it to the sky
Oh! I'm counting it to the sky
And moving back to face the lack of home