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歌手 | Sarah McLachlan |
专辑 | Solace |
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Lyrics:Sarah Mclachlan Music:Sarah Mclachlan | |
Child walks down to the river's edge | |
And looks out as far as she can see | |
And draws each breath as if it were the last | |
And wipes away the tears across her sleeve | |
She can see where the river crawls to the sea | |
Like a baby into mother's care | |
Somehow the longing is so far away | |
The innocence so wasted and aware | |
And look at the child with the dream in her eyes | |
Holding it deep inside her | |
Thinking about Home... Home... | |
So much anger so deeply ingrained | |
Seemed a burden that was hers alone | |
She didn't think that there was anything wrong | |
With wanting a life that she could call her own | |
How could I explain? You would not want to hear | |
You wouldn't listen if I talked anyway | |
For you were too weighed down by your own fears | |
And look at the child with the dream in her eyes | |
Holding it deep inside her | |
Home... home... home... home... |
Lyrics: Sarah Mclachlan Music: Sarah Mclachlan | |
Child walks down to the river' s edge | |
And looks out as far as she can see | |
And draws each breath as if it were the last | |
And wipes away the tears across her sleeve | |
She can see where the river crawls to the sea | |
Like a baby into mother' s care | |
Somehow the longing is so far away | |
The innocence so wasted and aware | |
And look at the child with the dream in her eyes | |
Holding it deep inside her | |
Thinking about Home... Home... | |
So much anger so deeply ingrained | |
Seemed a burden that was hers alone | |
She didn' t think that there was anything wrong | |
With wanting a life that she could call her own | |
How could I explain? You would not want to hear | |
You wouldn' t listen if I talked anyway | |
For you were too weighed down by your own fears | |
And look at the child with the dream in her eyes | |
Holding it deep inside her | |
Home... home... home... home... |
Lyrics: Sarah Mclachlan Music: Sarah Mclachlan | |
Child walks down to the river' s edge | |
And looks out as far as she can see | |
And draws each breath as if it were the last | |
And wipes away the tears across her sleeve | |
She can see where the river crawls to the sea | |
Like a baby into mother' s care | |
Somehow the longing is so far away | |
The innocence so wasted and aware | |
And look at the child with the dream in her eyes | |
Holding it deep inside her | |
Thinking about Home... Home... | |
So much anger so deeply ingrained | |
Seemed a burden that was hers alone | |
She didn' t think that there was anything wrong | |
With wanting a life that she could call her own | |
How could I explain? You would not want to hear | |
You wouldn' t listen if I talked anyway | |
For you were too weighed down by your own fears | |
And look at the child with the dream in her eyes | |
Holding it deep inside her | |
Home... home... home... home... |