Here they come every night the same Silent stars, light from a distant flame Just like the memories of you that I hold inside I feel you touch but all
Some of my old friends are here The light isn't good but their outlines are clear I'm talking of solitude, silence and doubt I try to escape them, they
You'd never recognize the room. The pictures all have different frames now. And all the chairs are rearranged now. Somehow, I've thrown out every souvenir
Night time sharpens Heightens each sensation Darkness stirs and wakes imagination Silently the senses abandon their defenses Slowly, gently night unfurls
Mary, are you sleeping? Mary, I'm afraid Mary, can I live up to the choice that God has made? Jesus, can You tell me here upon my knee What kind of father
I'm a simple man, you know I don't have much of a plan All the crazy things I put us through Don't you stop and wonder, why me? Why you? Well, you still
I understand there's nothing I can do I can't be what she needs as long as she needs you If you're the one she'll turn to from now on There are things
It all began the day I found That from my window I could only see a piece of sky I stepped outside and looked around I never dreamed it was so wide or
Last night I lay a sleeping there came a dream so fair I stood in old Jerusalem, beside the temple there I heard the children singing and ever as they
Somebody's down to their last dime Somebody's running out of time Not too far from here Somebody's got nowhere else to go Somebody needs a little hope
Speak low when you speak love Our summer day, withers away Too soon, oh, too soon Speak low when you speak love Our moment is swift, like ships adrift
Don't know why There's no sun up in the sky Stormy weather Since my man and I ain't together Keeps raining all the time Life is bare Gloom and misery
The whispers in the morning Of lovers sleeping tight Are rolling by like thunder Now as I look in your eyes I hold on to your body And feel each move
Ain't no miracle being born People doin? it everyday Ain't no miracle growin? up People just grow that way So it goes like it goes, like the river flows
he came That voice which calls to me And speaks my name And do I dream again For now I find The phantom of the opera is there Inside my mind The phantom (Michael
Bản dịch: Streisand, Barbra. The Music Of The Night (W. Michael Crawford).
Bản dịch: Michael Crawford. The Music Of The Night.
Bản dịch: Michael Crawford. Tell Me On A Sunday.
