Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Music from a Garden, artist - The Gray Havens. Album song Where Eyes Don't Go, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 24.01.2013
Record label: Zodlounge
Song language: English
Music from a Garden |
Back when they danced outside of time, |
Before the stars would rule the night, |
There was a dove flew o’er the deep, deep water, |
And that’s when he heard, |
The voice of the Lion start to speak, |
And then there was light, |
When the light hits the water, the colors shine, |
Oh, but which one do you choose to paint the sky, |
Blue was the one that won, |
But he shares it with the others in the evening and dawn, |
The rest of the colors were falling down, |
The water came together, |
And that’s when they heard, |
The voice of the Lion name the ground, |
I’m still dancing to the music from a garden, |
That was so much brighter then, |
With the echoes from a long forgotten song, |
Escaping from my lungs within, |
And you can hear the movement through, |
The overture that’s playing if you listen to the end, |
Because the dove and the composer will be dancing, |
When the Lion comes again, |
Cavernous empires of the sea, |
Up through the clouds, |
And on the green ground, green ground underneath, |
Citizens rise with the dawn, |
And that’s when they heard, |
The voice of the Lion name the new son, new son, |
I’m still dancing to the music from a garden, |
That was so much brighter then, |
With the echoes from a long forgotten song, |
Escaping from my lungs within, |
And you can hear the movement through, |
The overture that’s playing if you listen to the end, |
Because the dove and the composer will be dancing, |
When the Lion comes again, |
Blue was the one that won, |
But he shares it with the others in the evening and dawn, |
So I’ll sing to the kingdom of beauty as it began, |
And I’ll dance in its shadows, until it comes again, |
I’m still dancing to the music from a garden, |
That was so much brighter then, |
With the echoes from a long forgotten song, |
Escaping from my lungs within, |
And you can hear the movement through, |
Thee overture that’s playing if you listen to the end, |
Because the dove and the composer will be dancing, |
When the Lion comes again |