Hayley Westenra Where Do We Go From Here歌词

I dreamed a dream in times gone by When hope was high, and life worth living I dreamed that love would never die I dreamed that God would be forgiving Then I was young and unafraid And dreams were made and used and wasted There was no ransom to be pa

We're walking in the air We're floating in the moonlight sky The people far below are sleeping as we fly I'm holding very tight I'm riding in the midnight blue I'm finding I can fly so high up with you On across the world The villages go by like drea

If I could take this moment forever 如果我能将此刻永久沉淀 Turn the pages of my mind 翻开我记忆的书页 To another place and time 到达另一个时空与地点 We would never say goodbye 我们永远不要说再见 If I could find the words I would speak them 如果我知道该说什么 我一定会再说一遍 Then I wouldn't be tongue-tie

Together hand in hand we walked through evening gloom Long shadows on the pavement, cast from the sunset sky If only this would last until the end of time And if this is forever I swear that I could cry The northern wind starts to blow And the smell

A voice calls softly It calls from within To trust my steps And to keep on dreaming Around night falls and all turns to grey But I hold a light to light my way The sky is all clear blue No matter what we do The road is long But I see the light That s

Carry me away from this dark and lonely room Light me in your arms - all I want to know is you Chase away the darkness with everything you are I will find my strength in the beat of your heart Picture book of memories, how we used to be Some people s

[ti:Whispering Hope] [ar:Jim Reeves] [al:] [00:00.00]Whispering Hope [00:02.00]-Jim Reeves [00:03.76] [00:04.71]Soft as the voice of an angel, [00:12.34]breathing a lesson unheard [00:19.86]Hope with a gentle persuasion, [00:27.05]whispers her comfor

turning the pages of old photographs i whisper thanks to each and every one deep in my heart you have come, come to live sure as the sun to see me through come rain or shine however the day may be you shelter me with your smile however far your memor

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen, and down the mountain side The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying 'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide. But come ye back when summer's in the meadow Or when the valley'