Sarah McLachlan. Touch. Ben's Song. Zeneszám
On the hills of fire, the darkest hour
I was dreaming of my true love's pyre
Who will bring a light to stoke the fire?
Fear not for you're still breathing
On a winter's day, I saw the life blood drained away
A cold wind blows on a windless day
Hear the cry for new life the morning's flame
You were the brightest light that burned too soon in vain
Who will bring you back from where there's no return?
Fear not, for you're just dreaming
On a winter's day, I saw the life blood drained away
A cold wind blows on a windless day
On a winter's day
On a winter's day
I was dreaming of my true love's pyre
Who will bring a light to stoke the fire?
Fear not for you're still breathing
On a winter's day, I saw the life blood drained away
A cold wind blows on a windless day
Hear the cry for new life the morning's flame
You were the brightest light that burned too soon in vain
Who will bring you back from where there's no return?
Fear not, for you're just dreaming
On a winter's day, I saw the life blood drained away
A cold wind blows on a windless day
On a winter's day
On a winter's day
Sarah McLachlan