歌曲 | Song of the Magi |
歌手 | Anaïs Mitchell |
专辑 | The Brightness |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Mitchell | |
when we came | |
we came through the cold | |
we came bearing gifts of gold | |
and frankincense and myrrh | |
and there were trumpets playing | |
there were angels looking down | |
on a west bank town | |
and he so loved the world! | |
wore we our warmest capes | |
wore we then our walking shoes | |
opened wide the city gates | |
and let us through | |
a child is born | |
born in Bethlehem | |
born in a cattle pen | |
a child is born on the killing floor | |
and still he no crying makes | |
still as the air is he | |
lying so prayerfully there | |
waiting for the war | |
welcome home, my child | |
your home is a checkpoint now | |
your home is a border town | |
welcome to the brawl | |
life ain't fair, my child | |
put your hands in the air, my child | |
slowly now, single file, now | |
up against the wall | |
wear we now our warmest coats | |
wear we now our walking shoes | |
opened wide the gates of hope | |
and let us through | |
when we came | |
we came through the cold | |
we came bearing gifts of gold | |
and frankincense and myrrh | |
and there were shepherds praying | |
there were lions laying down | |
with the lambs in a west bank town | |
and he so loved the world! |
zuo qu : Mitchell | |
when we came | |
we came through the cold | |
we came bearing gifts of gold | |
and frankincense and myrrh | |
and there were trumpets playing | |
there were angels looking down | |
on a west bank town | |
and he so loved the world! | |
wore we our warmest capes | |
wore we then our walking shoes | |
opened wide the city gates | |
and let us through | |
a child is born | |
born in Bethlehem | |
born in a cattle pen | |
a child is born on the killing floor | |
and still he no crying makes | |
still as the air is he | |
lying so prayerfully there | |
waiting for the war | |
welcome home, my child | |
your home is a checkpoint now | |
your home is a border town | |
welcome to the brawl | |
life ain' t fair, my child | |
put your hands in the air, my child | |
slowly now, single file, now | |
up against the wall | |
wear we now our warmest coats | |
wear we now our walking shoes | |
opened wide the gates of hope | |
and let us through | |
when we came | |
we came through the cold | |
we came bearing gifts of gold | |
and frankincense and myrrh | |
and there were shepherds praying | |
there were lions laying down | |
with the lambs in a west bank town | |
and he so loved the world! |
zuò qǔ : Mitchell | |
when we came | |
we came through the cold | |
we came bearing gifts of gold | |
and frankincense and myrrh | |
and there were trumpets playing | |
there were angels looking down | |
on a west bank town | |
and he so loved the world! | |
wore we our warmest capes | |
wore we then our walking shoes | |
opened wide the city gates | |
and let us through | |
a child is born | |
born in Bethlehem | |
born in a cattle pen | |
a child is born on the killing floor | |
and still he no crying makes | |
still as the air is he | |
lying so prayerfully there | |
waiting for the war | |
welcome home, my child | |
your home is a checkpoint now | |
your home is a border town | |
welcome to the brawl | |
life ain' t fair, my child | |
put your hands in the air, my child | |
slowly now, single file, now | |
up against the wall | |
wear we now our warmest coats | |
wear we now our walking shoes | |
opened wide the gates of hope | |
and let us through | |
when we came | |
we came through the cold | |
we came bearing gifts of gold | |
and frankincense and myrrh | |
and there were shepherds praying | |
there were lions laying down | |
with the lambs in a west bank town | |
and he so loved the world! |