作词 : Tuomas Holopainen 作曲 : Tuomas Holopainen It was the night before, when all through the world, No words, no dreams, then one day, A writer by a fire, imagined all Gaia, Took a journey into a child-man's heart...
A painter on the shore, imagined all the world Within a snowflake on his palm Unframed by poetry, a canvas of awe Planet earth falling back into the stars
I am the voice of never-never-land, The innocence, the dreams of every man, I am the empty crib of Peter Pan A silent kite against the blue, blue sky Every chimney, every moonlit sight I am the story that will read you real, Every memory that you hold dear
I am the journey, I am the destination, I am the home, the tale that reads you A way to taste the night, the elusive high Follow the madness, Alice, you know once did
Imaginarium, a dream Emporium! Caress the tales and they will dream you real A storyteller's game, lips that intoxicate The core of all life is a limitless chest of tales
I am the voice of never-never-land, The innocence, the dreams of every man, I am the empty crib of Peter Pan, A silent kite against the blue, blue sky Every chimney, every moonlit sight I am the story that will read you real, Every memory that you hold dear
I am the voice of never-never-land, The innocence, the dreams of every man, Searching heavens for another earth...
I am the voice of never-never-land, The innocence, the dreams of every man, I am the empty crib of Peter Pan, A silent kite against the blue, blue sky Every chimney, every moonlit sight I am the story that will read you real, Every memory that you hold dear
I am the voice of never-never-land, The innocence, the dreams of every man, I am the empty crib of Peter Pan, A silent kite against the blue, blue sky Every chimney, every moonlit sight I am the story that will read you real, Every memory that you hold dear
[00:00.000] 作词 : Tuomas Holopainen [00:01.000] 作曲 : Tuomas Holopainen [00:37.030]It was the night before, when all through the world, [00:40.230]No words, no dreams, then one day, [00:43.170]A writer by a fire, imagined all Gaia, [00:46.350]Took a journey into a child-man's heart... [00:48.870] [00:49.400]A painter on the shore, imagined all the world [00:52.560]Within a snowflake on his palm [00:55.580]Unframed by poetry, a canvas of awe [00:58.630]Planet earth falling back into the stars [01:02.400] [01:03.180]I am the voice of never-never-land, [01:06.250]The innocence, the dreams of every man, [01:09.340]I am the empty crib of Peter Pan [01:12.380]A silent kite against the blue, blue sky [01:15.580]Every chimney, every moonlit sight [01:18.510]I am the story that will read you real, [01:21.640]Every memory that you hold dear [01:24.980] [01:44.540]I am the journey, I am the destination, [01:47.720]I am the home, the tale that reads you [01:50.730]A way to taste the night, the elusive high [01:53.860]Follow the madness, Alice, you know once did [01:56.390] [01:56.990]Imaginarium, a dream Emporium! [01:59.990]Caress the tales and they will dream you real [02:03.170]A storyteller's game, lips that intoxicate [02:06.140]The core of all life is a limitless chest of tales [02:09.940] [02:10.750]I am the voice of never-never-land, [02:13.810]The innocence, the dreams of every man, [02:16.790]I am the empty crib of Peter Pan, [02:19.910]A silent kite against the blue, blue sky [02:23.060]Every chimney, every moonlit sight [02:26.020]I am the story that will read you real, [02:29.180]Every memory that you hold dear [02:32.440] [02:35.190]I am the voice of never-never-land, [02:38.150]The innocence, the dreams of every man, [02:41.410]Searching heavens for another earth... [02:45.560] [04:05.770]I am the voice of never-never-land, [04:08.980]The innocence, the dreams of every man, [04:11.950]I am the empty crib of Peter Pan, [04:15.050]A silent kite against the blue, blue sky [04:18.160]Every chimney, every moonlit sight [04:21.100]I am the story that will read you real, [04:24.300]Every memory that you hold dear [04:27.610] [04:30.300]I am the voice of never-never-land, [04:33.360]The innocence, the dreams of every man, [04:36.440]I am the empty crib of Peter Pan, [04:39.480]A silent kite against the blue, blue sky [04:42.700]Every chimney, every moonlit sight [04:45.600]I am the story that will read you real, [04:48.810]Every memory that you hold dear [04:52.320]
