For the times when we'll stay unified The eyes of Hashem are to the righteous And he hears their soul cry, like an ancient lullaby Jerusalem breathes
times? For the times when we'll stay unified The eyes of Hashem are to the righteous and he hears their Soul cry, like an ancient lullaby. Jerusalem
Translation: Matisyahu. Ancient Lullaby.
Beware ... Beware ... go to find a safer place to rest When you hear the willow's hiss beware if you dare dream neath its leaves beware, go to find
eyes When I looked in my father's eyes (Look into my father's eyes) My father's eyes Then the light begins to shine And I hear those ancient lullabies
Maybe I push when I meant to be still Maybe I take it all too personal Jesus, how to reconcile The joyful noise, the ancient land The tug from some invisible
broke hell Silence for singin some many six songs Christian or rune, my Lithonia despite ghetto Sinister sins I decided distract on a ancient
Breath of Cosmos flows on my face The Song of ancient tribes sounds in the beyond Tones of unknown instruments going over Phantasmic - scenery My heart
by the sun. I walk a road, horizons change The tournaments begun. The purple piper plays his tune, The choir softly sing; Three lullabies in an ancient
by the sun I walk a road, horizons change The tournament's begun The purple piper plays his tune The choir softly sing Three lullabies in an ancient
the sun. I walk a road, horizons change The tournament's begun. The purple piper plays his tune, The choir softly sing; Three lullabies in an ancient
in New Mexico Will steal your breath away Mountains wear a cloak of gold As twilight claims the day Enchantment fills the sacred land Where ancient
{Sometimes I just wonder how it must have been actually Have lived in ancient times, I mean imagine what it would of been like To actually walk the streets
Evora" This piece was originally conceived and recorded for the National Film Board of Canada's The Burning Times, directed by Donna Reid. - L.M. "Courtyard Lullaby
begin There is truth in little corners of our lives There are hints of it in songs and children?s eyes It?s familiar like an ancient lullaby What do
To a place of ancient splendour I returned to moments night To catch the lightning in your eye And tame it with a lullaby Darkness falls upon thy face
