touch you" As if the eyes of the blind come open Here is the servant In whom my soul delights Ancient sadness of desert sands An unending hymn of praise
번역: Akercocke. 쉼터 모래.
hands touch you" As if the eyes of the blind come open Here is the servant In whom my soul delights Ancient sadness of desert sands An unending hymn of
walked upon Perhaps I'll call this child a Rose of Sharon What's to be the ground that child walks upon? Will it be solid rock or shifting sand? Think
that ill always stay Cause your my light through the haze [Chorus:] Its time for a champion Soothe the soul of the land Mend the heart from the sea and the sand
time On winds that hint of winter Blowing through your life you will find no shelter Or is it answers tonight? Castles made of sand are built against
listening for a heartbeat And the joke has crossed the line and the final word is mine And the mist has touched the wood and the words are understood And the sand
? Oh Star, chime, hollow and true, love child Weep for me and I will set your wheels in motion Walk with me the inner reaches of emotion Sheltered by
sound Forming a new nation now As the icecaps melted water levels rose We raised our hands together and made the levees hold Heels in the sand, we revealed
builders rejected I run to the mountain and the mountain stands by me When the earth all around me is sinking sand On Christ the solid rock I stand When I need a shelter
defense of Reality 7" by Shelter (c) 1991 "In Defence of reality" Security. Well, how secure are we? Making our plans in a castle of sand
I run to the mountain and the mountain, he stands by me When the Earth all around me is sinking sand On Christ, the solid rock I stand When I need a shelter
you most believe in Two worlds, one family Trust your heart, let fate decide To guide these lives we see Two worlds, one family Beneath the shelter
'll know why you left head insists on fair weather/whether storm or calm in the eyes of the world you'd be better off dead may you bleed pouring sand
My dried out body's got no shelter from the sun What's coming over me to hell, what's coming over me? I'm stumbling through these fields of naked stones and sand
her from the hands that seek to touch. The hourglass sand that runs so free Is rock that failed to halt the waves of time My haven is the harbour bar Sheltering
gets into town, oh, yes, oh, just make a bee line to the pound, a good long time ago. Don't just wander helter-skelter, oh, yes, oh, seek the nearest animal shelter
Rod McKuen Some day some old familiar rain will come along and know my name. And then my shelter will be gone and I'll have to move along. But 'till
