Song | You'll Be There |
Artist | George Strait |
Album | Somewhere Down In Texas |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Mayo | |
Hope is an anchor and love is a ship, time is the ocean and life is a trip | |
You don't know where you're going, 'till you know where you're at | |
And if you can't read the stars, well you better have a map | |
A compass and a conscience, so you don't get lost at sea | |
Or on some lonely island, where no one wants to be | |
From the beginning of creation, | |
I think our maker had a plan | |
For us to leave these shores and sail beyond the sand | |
And let the good light guide us through the waves and the wind | |
To the beaches in a world where we have never been | |
And we'll climb up on a mountain, y'all we'll let our voices ring | |
Those who've never tried it, they'll be the first to sing | |
Whoa, my, my | |
I'll see you on the other side | |
If I make it | |
And it might be a long hard ride | |
But I'm gonna take it | |
Sometimes it seems that | |
I don't have a prayer | |
Let the weather take me anywhere | |
But I know that | |
I wanna go | |
Where the streets are gold' | |
Cause you'll be there | |
Oh, my , my | |
You don't bring nothing with you here | |
And you can't take nothing back | |
I ain't never seen a hearse, with a luggage rack | |
So I've torn my knees up prayin' | |
Scarred my back from fallin' down | |
Spent so much time flying high, till | |
I'm face first in the ground | |
So if you're up there watchin' me, would you talk to | |
God and say, | |
Tell him I might need a hand to see you both someday | |
Whoa, my, my | |
So I'll see you on the other side | |
If I make it | |
And it might be a long hard ride | |
But I'm gonna take it | |
Sometimes it seems that | |
I don't have a prayer | |
Let the weather take me anywhere | |
But I know that | |
I wanna go | |
Where the streets are gold' | |
Cause you'll be there | |
Oh, my , my | |
Cause you'll be there | |
Oh, my ,my |
zuo ci : Mayo | |
Hope is an anchor and love is a ship, time is the ocean and life is a trip | |
You don' t know where you' re going, ' till you know where you' re at | |
And if you can' t read the stars, well you better have a map | |
A compass and a conscience, so you don' t get lost at sea | |
Or on some lonely island, where no one wants to be | |
From the beginning of creation, | |
I think our maker had a plan | |
For us to leave these shores and sail beyond the sand | |
And let the good light guide us through the waves and the wind | |
To the beaches in a world where we have never been | |
And we' ll climb up on a mountain, y' all we' ll let our voices ring | |
Those who' ve never tried it, they' ll be the first to sing | |
Whoa, my, my | |
I' ll see you on the other side | |
If I make it | |
And it might be a long hard ride | |
But I' m gonna take it | |
Sometimes it seems that | |
I don' t have a prayer | |
Let the weather take me anywhere | |
But I know that | |
I wanna go | |
Where the streets are gold' | |
Cause you' ll be there | |
Oh, my , my | |
You don' t bring nothing with you here | |
And you can' t take nothing back | |
I ain' t never seen a hearse, with a luggage rack | |
So I' ve torn my knees up prayin' | |
Scarred my back from fallin' down | |
Spent so much time flying high, till | |
I' m face first in the ground | |
So if you' re up there watchin' me, would you talk to | |
God and say, | |
Tell him I might need a hand to see you both someday | |
Whoa, my, my | |
So I' ll see you on the other side | |
If I make it | |
And it might be a long hard ride | |
But I' m gonna take it | |
Sometimes it seems that | |
I don' t have a prayer | |
Let the weather take me anywhere | |
But I know that | |
I wanna go | |
Where the streets are gold' | |
Cause you' ll be there | |
Oh, my , my | |
Cause you' ll be there | |
Oh, my , my |
zuò cí : Mayo | |
Hope is an anchor and love is a ship, time is the ocean and life is a trip | |
You don' t know where you' re going, ' till you know where you' re at | |
And if you can' t read the stars, well you better have a map | |
A compass and a conscience, so you don' t get lost at sea | |
Or on some lonely island, where no one wants to be | |
From the beginning of creation, | |
I think our maker had a plan | |
For us to leave these shores and sail beyond the sand | |
And let the good light guide us through the waves and the wind | |
To the beaches in a world where we have never been | |
And we' ll climb up on a mountain, y' all we' ll let our voices ring | |
Those who' ve never tried it, they' ll be the first to sing | |
Whoa, my, my | |
I' ll see you on the other side | |
If I make it | |
And it might be a long hard ride | |
But I' m gonna take it | |
Sometimes it seems that | |
I don' t have a prayer | |
Let the weather take me anywhere | |
But I know that | |
I wanna go | |
Where the streets are gold' | |
Cause you' ll be there | |
Oh, my , my | |
You don' t bring nothing with you here | |
And you can' t take nothing back | |
I ain' t never seen a hearse, with a luggage rack | |
So I' ve torn my knees up prayin' | |
Scarred my back from fallin' down | |
Spent so much time flying high, till | |
I' m face first in the ground | |
So if you' re up there watchin' me, would you talk to | |
God and say, | |
Tell him I might need a hand to see you both someday | |
Whoa, my, my | |
So I' ll see you on the other side | |
If I make it | |
And it might be a long hard ride | |
But I' m gonna take it | |
Sometimes it seems that | |
I don' t have a prayer | |
Let the weather take me anywhere | |
But I know that | |
I wanna go | |
Where the streets are gold' | |
Cause you' ll be there | |
Oh, my , my | |
Cause you' ll be there | |
Oh, my , my |