skys all cry Om, om, heaven, om The earth turns slowly round Far away the distant sound Is with us everyday Can you hear what it say Om, om, heaven, om
번역: 무디 블루스. OM.
(Justin Hayward) Tuesday afternoon, I'm just beginning to see, now I'm on my way. It doesn't matter to me, chasing the clouds away. Something, calls
I'm a melancholy man, that's what I am All the world surrounds me and my feet are on the ground I'm a very lonely man, doing what I can All the world
You know he's movin' fast Be he's still goin' slow He's ahead in the race And there is not far to go And your load is so heavy And your legs wanna rest
Words, a simple song A minstrel sings a way of life in his eyes Hear the morning call of waking birds When they are singing, bringing love, love Everywhere
Why do we never get an answer When we're knocking at the door With a thousand million questions About hate and death and war It's where we stop and look
(Graeme Edge) ---Instrumental--- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Evening has come to pass, The time of day doesn't last. Evening has earned its place today, I'm tired of working away. Working, living, it brings, Only
I've been searching for my dream A hunderd times today I build them up, you knock them down Like they were made of clay Then the tide rushes in And washes
Rise, let us see you, Dawning is the day. Miss, misty meadow, You will find your way. Wake up in the morning, to yourself, And leave this crazy life behind
How is it we are here on this path we walk In this world of pointless fear filled with empty talk Descend from the ape as scientist-priests all think
After he had journeyed and his feet were sore And he was tired, he came upon an orange grove And he rested and he lay in the cool And while he rested,
Ask the mirror on the wall Who's the biggest fool of all Bet you'll feel small, it happens to us all See the world, ask what's it for Understanding,
When the breeze between us calls, Love comes and lingers into our lives. And the leaves begin to fall, You point your finger at me. I love you, yeah.
The summer sun is fading As the year grows old And darker days are drawing near The winter winds will be much colder Now you're not here I watch the
Evening has come to pass, The time of day doesn't last. Evening, has earned it's place today, I'm tired of working away. Working, living, it brings,
A wnderful day for passing my way Knock on my door and even the score With your eyes CHORUS Lovely to see you again my friend. Walk along with me to
