that I had known of this place I could never understand? On the hills the fires burned at midnight Superstition plagued the air Sparks fly as the fires burn at midnight
번역: 블랙 모어의 야. 자정 화재.
all because of you I can't believe its true? ?all because of you?. You are everything I Wanted for so many years? Goodbye long, lonely nights Sadness
Now you're gone We're left to carry on Though the night seems twice as long And here within my heart I don't feel very strong But we will meet again
Down in the village streets The air is full of wonder Fair smiles greet The crowning of the king? Come hither, gather round A joyous time's upon us Trumpets
miles from here And yet it seems like only yesterday That her song rang out so clear? Sister of the seas Wrapped in silken robes Waves are falling at
all that I had known of this place I could never understand? On the hills the fires burned at midnight Superstition plagued the air Sparks fly as the fires burn at midnight
Oh, it's good to be back home again Laughing in the sunlight Running down the lane Oh, it's good to be back home again When you play with fire Sometimes
(1st part in Provencial French) The bells are ringing On Mid Winters Night The moon sets all alone And once again I try to sleep before the morning light
I thought of you the other day How worlds of change led us astray Colors seem to fade to gray In the wake of yesterday? You looked into my eyes You
The moon must be an angel, Her halo surely heaven sent Watching from above should the bells forget to ring And we but lonely travelers Following a ray
place, The moon and sun in endless chase Each in quiet surrender As the other reigns the sky? The midnight hour begins to laugh A summer evening's epitaph
They say that it's always darkest right before the dawn They say that I must be strong just to carry on But they don't know that I would wait my whole
candle in the night To guide your way back home Then somewhere in your memory ... Calling from afar ... It's daring you to see what it is that's written
? Now, children play at her feet And in her arms she cradles birds? And it seems she's been here forever These days are the best that she's seen But somewhere
hand He was different than others in my Village on the Sand... He told me of the years he'd spent on the stormy seas Then he spoke a poet's words of
