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Home (Live in Brittany)歌词完整版
The Aurora Borealis lights up the Northern Hemisphere
Above the melting ice caps and the North Atlantic cool and clear
While the people in the city they gather 'round they're drawing near
The electric glow of TV sets, broadcasting bad news and fear
But a father with his children aboard a boat in the sea air
Gazed up into the galaxy and uttered forth a weary prayer
And he looked to the horizon, out beyond the gleaming loam
In search of the island, that sacred ground his childhood home
Home
The Northern Lights shine down on him and they don't care what he has done
And the arms of the Northern Hemisphere welcome back their native son
With his children by his side, the moon stares down and lights the tide
Ignites the sand as white as snow, the sea winds blow and say lets go
There's a sadness in his shadow and desolation in the wake
Of this valiant vessel dashing on through darkness and the ache
And the winds shall bring them as they blow to the safe and shining shore
As he lifts his children to the beach the gulls cry in his native speech
Home
With open arms and cheery eye, beneath a North Atlantic sky
His family take him in their arms and keep his children safe from harm
In a cottage on the mountainside, far above the rising tide
The tea is warm the fire bright, his family settle for the night
They've travelled far with weary heads the children tuck up in their beds
Their father like a little lad, sits down with his Mum and Dad
And it's, 'Oh we've missed you, how've you been? You're looking well the kids are clean.
Look at how the kids have grown. You know we love you welcome home.'
You know we love you welcome home
Out beyond the gleaming loam
Look at how the kids have grown
You know we love you welcome home
The morning wakes the night is done, beneath the North Atlantic sun
The family walk along the shore to hear the North Atlantic roar
The lighthouse gleaming like a gem, standing proudly over them
The crashing waves that turn to foam, seem to whisper welcome home
Home
