歌曲 | Home Is the Heart |
歌手 | Janis Ian |
专辑 | Folk Is The New Black |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Ian | |
There's a home for every heart | |
Like a diamond in the dark | |
When you least expect a spark, it shines | |
Some may move in right away | |
Some may build it day by day | |
Some may find they're too afraid to try | |
Home is the heart made real | |
Home is the heart we feel, made real | |
Sometimes there's a hiding place | |
You won't find a single trace | |
Of the love that used to grace these walls | |
Sometimes there's an open door | |
Where there wasn't one before | |
And the less you speak, the more it calls | |
Chorus | |
Mansions may grow cold | |
And one room shacks stay warm | |
New love may grow old | |
And not remember being born | |
But I believe the heart recalls | |
What lips forget, and time makes small | |
It lives on in these four walls | |
Chorus |
zuo ci : Ian | |
There' s a home for every heart | |
Like a diamond in the dark | |
When you least expect a spark, it shines | |
Some may move in right away | |
Some may build it day by day | |
Some may find they' re too afraid to try | |
Home is the heart made real | |
Home is the heart we feel, made real | |
Sometimes there' s a hiding place | |
You won' t find a single trace | |
Of the love that used to grace these walls | |
Sometimes there' s an open door | |
Where there wasn' t one before | |
And the less you speak, the more it calls | |
Chorus | |
Mansions may grow cold | |
And one room shacks stay warm | |
New love may grow old | |
And not remember being born | |
But I believe the heart recalls | |
What lips forget, and time makes small | |
It lives on in these four walls | |
Chorus |
zuò cí : Ian | |
There' s a home for every heart | |
Like a diamond in the dark | |
When you least expect a spark, it shines | |
Some may move in right away | |
Some may build it day by day | |
Some may find they' re too afraid to try | |
Home is the heart made real | |
Home is the heart we feel, made real | |
Sometimes there' s a hiding place | |
You won' t find a single trace | |
Of the love that used to grace these walls | |
Sometimes there' s an open door | |
Where there wasn' t one before | |
And the less you speak, the more it calls | |
Chorus | |
Mansions may grow cold | |
And one room shacks stay warm | |
New love may grow old | |
And not remember being born | |
But I believe the heart recalls | |
What lips forget, and time makes small | |
It lives on in these four walls | |
Chorus |