Nhạc sĩ: Bob Zentz
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
Hold back the day in which I'm living, so far from home, so far from free.
Hold back the way we've all been given,
and let our sweet song from yesterday wash over me.
If we should meet, like ships a-passing,
some stormy night upon the blue,
we may not speak, but for the asking,
I'd let our sweet song from yesterday wash over you.
Hold back the day in which I'm living, so far from home, so far from free.
Hold back the way we've all been given,
and let our sweet song from yesterday wash over me.
When it seems your dreams aren't worth the dreaming,
and when you can't find your way through,
and when your scheme ain't worth the scheming,
just let our sweet song from yesterday wash over you.
Hold back the day in which I'm living, so far from home, so far from free.
Hold back the way we've all been given,
and let our sweet song from yesterday wash over me.
Hold back the day in which I'm living, so far from home, so far from free.
Hold back the way we've all been given,
and let our sweet song from yesterday wash over me.
Let our sweet song from yesterday wash over me.
