Song | Bright Morning Star |
Artist | Mary Chapin Carpenter |
Album | The Calling |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Carpenter | |
Last night | |
I dreamed my head was in fever | |
Last night | |
I dreamed it never was so far | |
To reach the shore of safety and redemption | |
And a gaze upon the bright morning star | |
I dreamed | |
I was by friends all put abandoned | |
I dreamed | |
I was alone but for my scars | |
And blinded by the tears that fell like water | |
No more to see the bright morning star | |
The streets of dreams never looked this lonely | |
The streets of dreams never felt this hard | |
And I heard my voice barely of a whisper | |
As the clouds denied the bright morning star | |
Sometimes this life is no more than a moment | |
And sometimes this light is lost unto the dark | |
But courage hears the sound of dawn approaching | |
And each our own, bright morning star | |
I woke to find every window open | |
I woke to find the heavy door jar | |
And I walked outside and stood upon the hilltop | |
And gazed one small bright morning star | |
I walked outside and every bird was singing | |
As I found again my bright morning star |
zuo ci : Carpenter | |
Last night | |
I dreamed my head was in fever | |
Last night | |
I dreamed it never was so far | |
To reach the shore of safety and redemption | |
And a gaze upon the bright morning star | |
I dreamed | |
I was by friends all put abandoned | |
I dreamed | |
I was alone but for my scars | |
And blinded by the tears that fell like water | |
No more to see the bright morning star | |
The streets of dreams never looked this lonely | |
The streets of dreams never felt this hard | |
And I heard my voice barely of a whisper | |
As the clouds denied the bright morning star | |
Sometimes this life is no more than a moment | |
And sometimes this light is lost unto the dark | |
But courage hears the sound of dawn approaching | |
And each our own, bright morning star | |
I woke to find every window open | |
I woke to find the heavy door jar | |
And I walked outside and stood upon the hilltop | |
And gazed one small bright morning star | |
I walked outside and every bird was singing | |
As I found again my bright morning star |
zuò cí : Carpenter | |
Last night | |
I dreamed my head was in fever | |
Last night | |
I dreamed it never was so far | |
To reach the shore of safety and redemption | |
And a gaze upon the bright morning star | |
I dreamed | |
I was by friends all put abandoned | |
I dreamed | |
I was alone but for my scars | |
And blinded by the tears that fell like water | |
No more to see the bright morning star | |
The streets of dreams never looked this lonely | |
The streets of dreams never felt this hard | |
And I heard my voice barely of a whisper | |
As the clouds denied the bright morning star | |
Sometimes this life is no more than a moment | |
And sometimes this light is lost unto the dark | |
But courage hears the sound of dawn approaching | |
And each our own, bright morning star | |
I woke to find every window open | |
I woke to find the heavy door jar | |
And I walked outside and stood upon the hilltop | |
And gazed one small bright morning star | |
I walked outside and every bird was singing | |
As I found again my bright morning star |