Nhạc sĩ: Annie Lennox, Howard Shore, Fran Walsh
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
Lay down, your sweet and weary head Night is falling, you have come to journey's end Sleep now and dream of the ones who came before They are calling from across the distant shore Why do you weep? What are these tears across your face? Soon you will see, all of your fears will pass away safe in my arms You're only sleeping, what can you see? On the horizon, why do the white gulls call? Across the sea, a pale moon rises The ships have come to carry you home And all will turn to silver glass A light on the water, all souls pass Hope fades, into the world of night Those shadows falling, out of memory and time Don't say, we have come now to the end White shores are calling You and I will meet again and you'll be here in my arms Just sleeping, what can you see? On the horizon, why do the white gulls call? Across the sea, a pale moon rises The ships have come to carry you home And all will turn to silver glass A light on the water, grey ships pass into the west *