The Promised Land | ¤j¤ì²z¯½ |
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Now here I stand, Oh in the morning sunshine dreaming only of the promised land Somewhere,they say, beyond the great horizon lies a beautiful island.
Everyone says he longs at heart for Shangrila but that it's a nowhere - land after all. How I wonder why no one tries to sail out looking for a strange paradise !
In my dreams I've seen people there exchanging words of love and care In the bright sunbeams they're dancing with the birds. And they're singing all day long beside the streams.
One day,someday you'll surely find me sailing away for the white beath of the promised land.
Now here we stand oh,in the burning sunset talking only of the promised land. I'm glad to know now I am not the only one. I've got nice friends who share dreams with me.
We are so young we've got some magic powers we are nourishing like flowers. Oh,let us wait until the day comes when we will all sail across the deeper blue sea.
In our dreams We've seen people there exchanging words of love and care In the bright sunbeams they're dancing with the birds. And they're singing all day long beside the streams.
One day,someday you'll surely find us sailing away for the white beath of the promised land.
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Au Palais De Verre | ¤j¤ì²z¯½ |
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Once You Meet Her | ¤j¤ì²z¯½ |
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And no one knows it - where she came from, where she's going. And once you meet her, you will find that something inside is changing.
She's like a rainbow. When she comes up, all are lit up. And when she whispers, you will hear this - "Don't chase after rainbows."
High on a hill there's a green meadow. All around it's breezin'. She's smilin'. She'll let them sing angel songs.
She's like a fairy when she'strembling, when she's dancing. Just see her rambling. How it's nice to follow her to the end.
You want some meanings of the life. And go to see her. Don't ask her too much. Oh yes,she'll be out of your sight.
High on a hill there's a green meadow. All around it's breezin'. She's smilin'. She'll let them sing angel songs.
Everyone is sad and blue when she is far away Don't you know it's time to pray she'll be coming soon? And you think you hear her voice ringing from above. And no one knows it where she came from, where she's going. And once you meet her, maybe you'll stay forever young.
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