歌曲 | Look To The Children |
歌手 | Sister Hazel |
专辑 | ...Somewhere More Familiar |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Block, Sister Hazel | |
I took a walk by the sea | |
Nothing else--just for me | |
Yesterday was a long, long time ago | |
There's a man and he's sighing | |
It's all he's got to keep from crying | |
His shattered dreams. | |
Have been worn down by life | |
And I wonder now | |
How a man gets so far down | |
Where's the pride and the glory | |
Where's the pot of gold | |
and I....I | |
I look to the children | |
I took a walk by the sea | |
I'd forgotten what it meant to me | |
Some things we should carry from the past | |
There's a boy and he's singin' | |
And in the wind his words are ringin' | |
His innocence it is buried in us all | |
Now I look and see | |
That boy inside of me | |
May have seen a storm or two | |
But the dream is alive | |
and I....I | |
I look to the children | |
I look to the children | |
And I look around | |
So many so far down | |
Just search inside yourself | |
But the dreams alive | |
and I....I | |
I look to the children | |
I look to the children |
zuo ci : Block, Sister Hazel | |
I took a walk by the sea | |
Nothing elsejust for me | |
Yesterday was a long, long time ago | |
There' s a man and he' s sighing | |
It' s all he' s got to keep from crying | |
His shattered dreams. | |
Have been worn down by life | |
And I wonder now | |
How a man gets so far down | |
Where' s the pride and the glory | |
Where' s the pot of gold | |
and I.... I | |
I look to the children | |
I took a walk by the sea | |
I' d forgotten what it meant to me | |
Some things we should carry from the past | |
There' s a boy and he' s singin' | |
And in the wind his words are ringin' | |
His innocence it is buried in us all | |
Now I look and see | |
That boy inside of me | |
May have seen a storm or two | |
But the dream is alive | |
and I.... I | |
I look to the children | |
I look to the children | |
And I look around | |
So many so far down | |
Just search inside yourself | |
But the dreams alive | |
and I.... I | |
I look to the children | |
I look to the children |
zuò cí : Block, Sister Hazel | |
I took a walk by the sea | |
Nothing elsejust for me | |
Yesterday was a long, long time ago | |
There' s a man and he' s sighing | |
It' s all he' s got to keep from crying | |
His shattered dreams. | |
Have been worn down by life | |
And I wonder now | |
How a man gets so far down | |
Where' s the pride and the glory | |
Where' s the pot of gold | |
and I.... I | |
I look to the children | |
I took a walk by the sea | |
I' d forgotten what it meant to me | |
Some things we should carry from the past | |
There' s a boy and he' s singin' | |
And in the wind his words are ringin' | |
His innocence it is buried in us all | |
Now I look and see | |
That boy inside of me | |
May have seen a storm or two | |
But the dream is alive | |
and I.... I | |
I look to the children | |
I look to the children | |
And I look around | |
So many so far down | |
Just search inside yourself | |
But the dreams alive | |
and I.... I | |
I look to the children | |
I look to the children |