Song | Excerpt From Lamplight Symphony |
Artist | Kansas |
Album | Two For The Show |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Livgren | |
On a winter's night, stars are cold and bright in the sky, | |
The slumber of the earth is pure and deep | |
From a distant wood, drifts the echo of a beast | |
The old man stirs and wakens in the night | |
He stands before his window gazing at the grave | |
Forgotten dreams are flashing through his weary mind | |
And though his life is empty, he pretends that she's still there | |
With hunger in his soul, he yearns for life and love gone by, | |
With memories his one and only joy | |
All he has to give, he would give to bring back the life, | |
And raise the one who lies beneath the snow | |
He lights a lamp and looks at pictures of the past | |
The faces of their youth still glow with new-found love, | |
But the picture's faded, and time has stolen youth away | |
With a spoken word that he thought he heard from her lips, | |
He felt another presence in the room, | |
He was filled with fear but filled with joy he arose | |
And turned to face the image that he knew | |
She stood before him and her hand reached out for his | |
A peaceful light shone in her eyes | |
She said she'd come to soothe him, and someday they'd be as one | |
She began to fade and her image disappeared, | |
So he was left alone to face the night, | |
Never in his life, had he been so held in awe, | |
As he faced the apparition of his wife | |
He stood before the window gazing at the grave, | |
And with a lightened heart he saw the first of dawn, | |
He knew that she was waiting, that someday they'd be as one |
zuo ci : Livgren | |
On a winter' s night, stars are cold and bright in the sky, | |
The slumber of the earth is pure and deep | |
From a distant wood, drifts the echo of a beast | |
The old man stirs and wakens in the night | |
He stands before his window gazing at the grave | |
Forgotten dreams are flashing through his weary mind | |
And though his life is empty, he pretends that she' s still there | |
With hunger in his soul, he yearns for life and love gone by, | |
With memories his one and only joy | |
All he has to give, he would give to bring back the life, | |
And raise the one who lies beneath the snow | |
He lights a lamp and looks at pictures of the past | |
The faces of their youth still glow with newfound love, | |
But the picture' s faded, and time has stolen youth away | |
With a spoken word that he thought he heard from her lips, | |
He felt another presence in the room, | |
He was filled with fear but filled with joy he arose | |
And turned to face the image that he knew | |
She stood before him and her hand reached out for his | |
A peaceful light shone in her eyes | |
She said she' d come to soothe him, and someday they' d be as one | |
She began to fade and her image disappeared, | |
So he was left alone to face the night, | |
Never in his life, had he been so held in awe, | |
As he faced the apparition of his wife | |
He stood before the window gazing at the grave, | |
And with a lightened heart he saw the first of dawn, | |
He knew that she was waiting, that someday they' d be as one |
zuò cí : Livgren | |
On a winter' s night, stars are cold and bright in the sky, | |
The slumber of the earth is pure and deep | |
From a distant wood, drifts the echo of a beast | |
The old man stirs and wakens in the night | |
He stands before his window gazing at the grave | |
Forgotten dreams are flashing through his weary mind | |
And though his life is empty, he pretends that she' s still there | |
With hunger in his soul, he yearns for life and love gone by, | |
With memories his one and only joy | |
All he has to give, he would give to bring back the life, | |
And raise the one who lies beneath the snow | |
He lights a lamp and looks at pictures of the past | |
The faces of their youth still glow with newfound love, | |
But the picture' s faded, and time has stolen youth away | |
With a spoken word that he thought he heard from her lips, | |
He felt another presence in the room, | |
He was filled with fear but filled with joy he arose | |
And turned to face the image that he knew | |
She stood before him and her hand reached out for his | |
A peaceful light shone in her eyes | |
She said she' d come to soothe him, and someday they' d be as one | |
She began to fade and her image disappeared, | |
So he was left alone to face the night, | |
Never in his life, had he been so held in awe, | |
As he faced the apparition of his wife | |
He stood before the window gazing at the grave, | |
And with a lightened heart he saw the first of dawn, | |
He knew that she was waiting, that someday they' d be as one |