Song | Magic Is a Child |
Artist | Nektar |
Album | Magic Is a Child |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Barth, Freeman, Howden, Moore ... | |
At the time I was a little boy | |
All my senses were in bloom | |
The forests were adventure | |
There dwelt the legends of my mind | |
I was the keeper of the golden key | |
I made all the rules | |
I only had to dream | |
To create the scene | |
Magic is a child | |
Imagination is alive | |
Magic is imagination | |
A child is alive | |
How the trees were so high | |
The cheese in the sky | |
Were part of my imagination | |
I was goblins and elves | |
With small mushroom shelves | |
As brothers Grimm would tell their stories | |
Opening my eyes in the morning I would see | |
Patterns in the trees making shapes that were a face to me | |
In those tireless times | |
And those carefree lines | |
That we draw ourselves | |
But they're never kept | |
I know magic is a child | |
Imagination is alive | |
Magic is imagination | |
A child is alive | |
Magic is a child | |
Imagination is alive | |
Magic is a child | |
Alive as a child's imagination |
zuo ci : Barth, Freeman, Howden, Moore ... | |
At the time I was a little boy | |
All my senses were in bloom | |
The forests were adventure | |
There dwelt the legends of my mind | |
I was the keeper of the golden key | |
I made all the rules | |
I only had to dream | |
To create the scene | |
Magic is a child | |
Imagination is alive | |
Magic is imagination | |
A child is alive | |
How the trees were so high | |
The cheese in the sky | |
Were part of my imagination | |
I was goblins and elves | |
With small mushroom shelves | |
As brothers Grimm would tell their stories | |
Opening my eyes in the morning I would see | |
Patterns in the trees making shapes that were a face to me | |
In those tireless times | |
And those carefree lines | |
That we draw ourselves | |
But they' re never kept | |
I know magic is a child | |
Imagination is alive | |
Magic is imagination | |
A child is alive | |
Magic is a child | |
Imagination is alive | |
Magic is a child | |
Alive as a child' s imagination |
zuò cí : Barth, Freeman, Howden, Moore ... | |
At the time I was a little boy | |
All my senses were in bloom | |
The forests were adventure | |
There dwelt the legends of my mind | |
I was the keeper of the golden key | |
I made all the rules | |
I only had to dream | |
To create the scene | |
Magic is a child | |
Imagination is alive | |
Magic is imagination | |
A child is alive | |
How the trees were so high | |
The cheese in the sky | |
Were part of my imagination | |
I was goblins and elves | |
With small mushroom shelves | |
As brothers Grimm would tell their stories | |
Opening my eyes in the morning I would see | |
Patterns in the trees making shapes that were a face to me | |
In those tireless times | |
And those carefree lines | |
That we draw ourselves | |
But they' re never kept | |
I know magic is a child | |
Imagination is alive | |
Magic is imagination | |
A child is alive | |
Magic is a child | |
Imagination is alive | |
Magic is a child | |
Alive as a child' s imagination |