Song | The Lighthouse’s Tale |
Artist | Nickel Creek |
Album | Reason's Why (The Very Best) |
[ti:The Lighthouse’s Tale ] | |
[ar:Nickel Creek] | |
[al:Reason's Why (The Very Best)] | |
[00:25.68] | I am a lighthouse, worn by the weather and the waves. |
[00:33.33] | I keep my lamp lit, to warn the sailors on their way. |
[00:41.95] | I'll tell a story, paint you a picture from my past. |
[00:50.18] | I was so happy, but joy in this life seldom lasts. |
[00:58.04] | |
[01:15.50] | I had a keeper, he helped me warn the ships at sea. |
[01:22.89] | We had grown closer, 'till his joy meant everything to me. |
[01:31.11] | And he was to marry, a girl who shone with beauty and light. |
[01:39.13] | And they loved each other, and with me watched the sunsets into night. |
[01:48.52] | And the waves crashing around me, the sand slips out to the sea. |
[01:56.93] | And the winds that blow remind me, of what has been, and what can never be. |
[02:08.28] | |
[02:25.79] | She had to leave us, my keeper he prayed for a safe return. |
[02:32.62] | But when the night came, the weather to a raging storm had turned. |
[02:42.21] | He watched her ship fight, but in vain against the wild and terrible wind |
[02:50.91] | In me so helpless, as dashed against the rock she met her end. |
[02:59.37] | And the waves crashing around me, the sand slips out to sea |
[03:07.73] | And the wind that blow remind me, of what has been, and what can never be |
[03:19.00] | |
[03:36.94] | Then on the next day, my keeper found her washed up on the shore |
[03:44.05] | He kissed her cold face, that they'd be together soon he'd swore |
[03:53.45] | I saw him crying, watched as he buried her in the sand |
[04:00.73] | And then he climbed my tower, and off of the edge of me he ran |
[04:09.57] | And the waves crashing around me, the sand slips out of sea |
[04:17.76] | And the wind that blow remind me, of what has been, and what can never be |
[04:30.60] | |
[04:37.92] | I am a lighthouse, worn by the weather and the waves |
[04:46.45] | And though I am empty, I still warn the sailors on their way. |
ti: The Lighthouse' s Tale | |
ar: Nickel Creek | |
al: Reason' s Why The Very Best | |
[00:25.68] | I am a lighthouse, worn by the weather and the waves. |
[00:33.33] | I keep my lamp lit, to warn the sailors on their way. |
[00:41.95] | I' ll tell a story, paint you a picture from my past. |
[00:50.18] | I was so happy, but joy in this life seldom lasts. |
[00:58.04] | |
[01:15.50] | I had a keeper, he helped me warn the ships at sea. |
[01:22.89] | We had grown closer, ' till his joy meant everything to me. |
[01:31.11] | And he was to marry, a girl who shone with beauty and light. |
[01:39.13] | And they loved each other, and with me watched the sunsets into night. |
[01:48.52] | And the waves crashing around me, the sand slips out to the sea. |
[01:56.93] | And the winds that blow remind me, of what has been, and what can never be. |
[02:08.28] | |
[02:25.79] | She had to leave us, my keeper he prayed for a safe return. |
[02:32.62] | But when the night came, the weather to a raging storm had turned. |
[02:42.21] | He watched her ship fight, but in vain against the wild and terrible wind |
[02:50.91] | In me so helpless, as dashed against the rock she met her end. |
[02:59.37] | And the waves crashing around me, the sand slips out to sea |
[03:07.73] | And the wind that blow remind me, of what has been, and what can never be |
[03:19.00] | |
[03:36.94] | Then on the next day, my keeper found her washed up on the shore |
[03:44.05] | He kissed her cold face, that they' d be together soon he' d swore |
[03:53.45] | I saw him crying, watched as he buried her in the sand |
[04:00.73] | And then he climbed my tower, and off of the edge of me he ran |
[04:09.57] | And the waves crashing around me, the sand slips out of sea |
[04:17.76] | And the wind that blow remind me, of what has been, and what can never be |
[04:30.60] | |
[04:37.92] | I am a lighthouse, worn by the weather and the waves |
[04:46.45] | And though I am empty, I still warn the sailors on their way. |