| Song | White Horses |
| Artist | Andrea Ross |
| Album | Moon River |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Carr, Nesbit | |
| On white horses let me ride away | |
| to my world of dreams so far away. | |
| Let me run - to the sun. | |
| To a world my heart can understand | |
| It's a gentle, warm and wonderland. | |
| Far away, stars away. | |
| Where the clouds are made of candyfloss | |
| as the day's born. | |
| When the stars are gone | |
| we'll race to meet the dawn. | |
| So when I can only see the grey, | |
| of a sad and very lonely day. | |
| That's when I softly sigh. | |
| On white horses, snowy white horses | |
| let me ride away. | |
| Where the clouds are made of candyfloss | |
| as the day's born. | |
| When the stars are gone | |
| we'll race to meet the dawn. | |
| So when I can only see the grey, | |
| of a sad and very lonely day. | |
| That's when I softly sigh. | |
| On white horses, snowy white horses | |
| let me ride away. | |
| away, away.... |
| zuo qu : Carr, Nesbit | |
| On white horses let me ride away | |
| to my world of dreams so far away. | |
| Let me run to the sun. | |
| To a world my heart can understand | |
| It' s a gentle, warm and wonderland. | |
| Far away, stars away. | |
| Where the clouds are made of candyfloss | |
| as the day' s born. | |
| When the stars are gone | |
| we' ll race to meet the dawn. | |
| So when I can only see the grey, | |
| of a sad and very lonely day. | |
| That' s when I softly sigh. | |
| On white horses, snowy white horses | |
| let me ride away. | |
| Where the clouds are made of candyfloss | |
| as the day' s born. | |
| When the stars are gone | |
| we' ll race to meet the dawn. | |
| So when I can only see the grey, | |
| of a sad and very lonely day. | |
| That' s when I softly sigh. | |
| On white horses, snowy white horses | |
| let me ride away. | |
| away, away.... |
| zuò qǔ : Carr, Nesbit | |
| On white horses let me ride away | |
| to my world of dreams so far away. | |
| Let me run to the sun. | |
| To a world my heart can understand | |
| It' s a gentle, warm and wonderland. | |
| Far away, stars away. | |
| Where the clouds are made of candyfloss | |
| as the day' s born. | |
| When the stars are gone | |
| we' ll race to meet the dawn. | |
| So when I can only see the grey, | |
| of a sad and very lonely day. | |
| That' s when I softly sigh. | |
| On white horses, snowy white horses | |
| let me ride away. | |
| Where the clouds are made of candyfloss | |
| as the day' s born. | |
| When the stars are gone | |
| we' ll race to meet the dawn. | |
| So when I can only see the grey, | |
| of a sad and very lonely day. | |
| That' s when I softly sigh. | |
| On white horses, snowy white horses | |
| let me ride away. | |
| away, away.... |