Song | The World That She Sees |
Artist | Trans-Siberian Orchestra |
Album | The Christmas Attic |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Oliva, ONeill | |
There in this night, there is a life | |
Someone who waits for me only a child | |
Dreams and a smile | |
Waiting to play | |
And now she's found | |
Snow on the ground | |
Magic has been set free | |
She's waited here all of this year | |
Just for this day | |
And then the night comes alive | |
With lights to dazzle | |
And everything's extraordinary | |
Nothing is left ordinary | |
Christmas has come | |
With its long memory | |
And in my mind it always will be | |
The world that she sees | |
Caught in this night, pieces of light | |
Glitter and play for you | |
And made of glass | |
Dreams from the past | |
Wait for this day | |
And if you try look in the sky | |
One star is shining through | |
And on this eve | |
You can't believe | |
It's far away | |
And then the night comes alive | |
With lights to dazzle | |
And everything's extraordinary | |
Nothing is left ordinary | |
Christmas has come | |
With its long memory | |
And in my mind it always will be | |
The world that she sees | |
There on this night | |
Pieces of light | |
There on this night | |
Pieces of light | |
Christmas has come | |
Christmas has come | |
The world that she sees | |
The world that she sees | |
On this night | |
On this night | |
The world that she sees | |
Then after he had thought awhile | |
The father recalled another child | |
Born in a time now far away | |
And how this child's dreams | |
Had reached this day | |
He wondered what that child had thought | |
And when he slept what dreams he sought | |
And did the shepherds understand | |
All the hopes in that child's hands? | |
And how those hopes would still survive | |
As dreams within each newborns eyes | |
Then the child heard a clock tolling | |
From a distant city tower | |
And she gazed up at the starlight | |
On this Christmas midnight hour | |
And she wondered if these stars | |
Were all but bits of dreams | |
From somewhere in the distant past | |
That somehow, could still be seen | |
And she wondered if her candle | |
Upon this magic night | |
Could be seen by someone faraway | |
As their own starlight |
zuo qu : Oliva, ONeill | |
There in this night, there is a life | |
Someone who waits for me only a child | |
Dreams and a smile | |
Waiting to play | |
And now she' s found | |
Snow on the ground | |
Magic has been set free | |
She' s waited here all of this year | |
Just for this day | |
And then the night comes alive | |
With lights to dazzle | |
And everything' s extraordinary | |
Nothing is left ordinary | |
Christmas has come | |
With its long memory | |
And in my mind it always will be | |
The world that she sees | |
Caught in this night, pieces of light | |
Glitter and play for you | |
And made of glass | |
Dreams from the past | |
Wait for this day | |
And if you try look in the sky | |
One star is shining through | |
And on this eve | |
You can' t believe | |
It' s far away | |
And then the night comes alive | |
With lights to dazzle | |
And everything' s extraordinary | |
Nothing is left ordinary | |
Christmas has come | |
With its long memory | |
And in my mind it always will be | |
The world that she sees | |
There on this night | |
Pieces of light | |
There on this night | |
Pieces of light | |
Christmas has come | |
Christmas has come | |
The world that she sees | |
The world that she sees | |
On this night | |
On this night | |
The world that she sees | |
Then after he had thought awhile | |
The father recalled another child | |
Born in a time now far away | |
And how this child' s dreams | |
Had reached this day | |
He wondered what that child had thought | |
And when he slept what dreams he sought | |
And did the shepherds understand | |
All the hopes in that child' s hands? | |
And how those hopes would still survive | |
As dreams within each newborns eyes | |
Then the child heard a clock tolling | |
From a distant city tower | |
And she gazed up at the starlight | |
On this Christmas midnight hour | |
And she wondered if these stars | |
Were all but bits of dreams | |
From somewhere in the distant past | |
That somehow, could still be seen | |
And she wondered if her candle | |
Upon this magic night | |
Could be seen by someone faraway | |
As their own starlight |
zuò qǔ : Oliva, ONeill | |
There in this night, there is a life | |
Someone who waits for me only a child | |
Dreams and a smile | |
Waiting to play | |
And now she' s found | |
Snow on the ground | |
Magic has been set free | |
She' s waited here all of this year | |
Just for this day | |
And then the night comes alive | |
With lights to dazzle | |
And everything' s extraordinary | |
Nothing is left ordinary | |
Christmas has come | |
With its long memory | |
And in my mind it always will be | |
The world that she sees | |
Caught in this night, pieces of light | |
Glitter and play for you | |
And made of glass | |
Dreams from the past | |
Wait for this day | |
And if you try look in the sky | |
One star is shining through | |
And on this eve | |
You can' t believe | |
It' s far away | |
And then the night comes alive | |
With lights to dazzle | |
And everything' s extraordinary | |
Nothing is left ordinary | |
Christmas has come | |
With its long memory | |
And in my mind it always will be | |
The world that she sees | |
There on this night | |
Pieces of light | |
There on this night | |
Pieces of light | |
Christmas has come | |
Christmas has come | |
The world that she sees | |
The world that she sees | |
On this night | |
On this night | |
The world that she sees | |
Then after he had thought awhile | |
The father recalled another child | |
Born in a time now far away | |
And how this child' s dreams | |
Had reached this day | |
He wondered what that child had thought | |
And when he slept what dreams he sought | |
And did the shepherds understand | |
All the hopes in that child' s hands? | |
And how those hopes would still survive | |
As dreams within each newborns eyes | |
Then the child heard a clock tolling | |
From a distant city tower | |
And she gazed up at the starlight | |
On this Christmas midnight hour | |
And she wondered if these stars | |
Were all but bits of dreams | |
From somewhere in the distant past | |
That somehow, could still be seen | |
And she wondered if her candle | |
Upon this magic night | |
Could be seen by someone faraway | |
As their own starlight |