Lyrics: Songwriters David Foster, Carole Bayer Sager, Tony Renis and Alberto Testa. Vocals: Italian tenor Andrea Bocelli and Canadian singer Céline Marie Claudette Dion.
The Prayer.
I pray you’ll be our eyes, and watch us where we go, And help us to be wise in times when we don’t know. Let this be our prayer, when we lose our way. Lead us to a place, guide us with your grace, To a place where we’ll be safe. La luce che tu hai, I pray we’ll find your light. Nel cuore resterà, And hold it in our hearts, A ricordarci che, When stars go out each night, L’eterna stella sei, Nella mia preghiera, Let this be our prayer, Quanta fede c’è When shadows fill our day, Lead us to a place, guide us with your grace. Give us faith so we’ll be safe. * Sogniamo un mondo senza più violenza, Un mondo di giustizia e di speranza, Ognuno dia la mano al suo vicino, Simbolo di pace, di fraternità, La forza che ci dà. We ask that life be kind, È il desiderio che. And watch us from above. Ognuno trovi amor, We hope each soul will find, Intorno e dentro sé, Another soul to love. Let this be our prayer, let this be our prayer, Just like every child, just like every child. Need to find a place. Guide us with your grace. Give us faith so we’ll be safe. È la fede che, Hai acceso in noi, Sento che ci salvera.
END.
*Translation:We dream of a world without more violence, A world of justice and hope, Let each one shake hands with his neighbor, Symbol of peace, brotherhood, The strength it gives us.
Vocals: English soft rock singer Chris Ward Norman, former lead singer with the English rock band ‘Smokie’. Lyrics: Songwriter, guitarist, rock singer Chris Ward Norman
Still in Love with You.
I get the same old feeling, Whenever I’m with you. What else can I do, I can’t help it. I can’t help it. I’m still in love with you, ooh.
I get the same old yearning, When you were by my side, A feeling I can’t hide. I can’t help it. I can’t help it. I can’t help it. Oh baby, I can’t help it, I’m still in love with you.
No one thrills me like you do. No one hurts as much as you. (In a long and lonely night) Well I wake up calling out your name, Since you’re gone babe, Nothing seems the same, No, no.
Nothing seems the same, baby. I can’t help it. I can’t help it, I’m still in love with you. Why don’t you listen to what I say now, No one thrills me like you do. No one hurts as much as you. (In a long and lonely night) Oh I wake up calling out your name, You know since you’ve gone, Babe, Nothing seems the same, believe me darling. Ooh, ooh.
I get the same old feeling, Whenever I’m with you. What am I, what am I, gonna do. I can’t help it. I can’t help it. I can’t help it. Oh baby, I can’t help it. I’m still in love with you. (Same old feeling) You know I’m still in love with you. (Same old feeling) Baby, baby, baby. (Same old feeling) You know I’m still in love, still in love with you. END
Lyrics: American singer and songwriters Maren Morris, Tom Douglas, and David Hodges(Published 2015), Vocals: Maren Morris, featuring American country, bluegrass, and rock singer, songwriter, and musician Vince Gill.
Dear Hate.
Dear Hate, I saw you on the news today, Like a shock that takes my breath away, You fall like rain, cover us in drops of pain, I’m afraid there we just might drown.
Dear Hate, Well, you sure are colour-blind. Your kiss is the cruellest kind, You could poison any mind, Just look at mine, Don’t know how this world keeps spinning around and around.
Chorus. You were there in the garden, like a snake in the grass, I see you in the morning staring through the looking glass, You whisper down through history and echo through these halls, But I hate to tell you, love’s gonna conquer us all.
Dear Hate, You were smiling from that Selma bridge, In Dallas, when that bullet hit and Jackie cried, You pulled those towers from the sky, But even on our darkest nights, The world keeps spinning around.
Repeat Chorus.
Dear Love, Just when I think you have given up, You were there in the garden when I ran from your voice, I hear you every morning through the chaos and the noise, You still whisper down through history and echo through these halls, Then tell me, love’s gonna conquer us all. Gonna conquer all.
Irish “Go n-éirí an bóthar chun bualadh leat”, translates as“May the Road Rise to Meet You”.
Lyrics: American musician, singer-songwriter Roger McGuinn and his wife Camilla, (the former was founder and leader of ‘The Byrds’). Vocals: Irish American singer-songwriter, Cathie Ryan.
May the Road Rise to Meet You.
Summertime the sun would shine, we’d lay out in the field, Sheltered in the shadow of a tree. We write our songs to take along, And sing out on the road, And you would always sing this song to me.
Chorus. May the road rise to meet you, May the wind be at your back, May the sun shine down warm upon your land, May the rain fall soft upon your face until we meet again, May God hold you in the hollow of his hand.
Autumn leaves would leave the trees, In colours on the ground. Swirling patterns beautiful to see. I’d lay my head down on your lap, I would not make a sound, And you would always sing this song to me.
Repeat Chorus.
In the winter days the trees would shiver in the wind, Waiting for the warming touch of spring, You’d hold me in the firelight. We’d stare into the flames, And this is what you always used to sing.
Lyrics: Teacher, composer, musician, songwriter and Baptist Church Deacon/Minister, the late James B. Coats(1901-1961). Vocals: American singer-songwriter, actress, and philanthropist Dolly Parton; Featuring artists American singer Linda Ronstadt and American singer, songwriter, musician, bandleader and activist Emmylou Harris.
The Sweetest Gift.
One day a mother went to a prison, To see an erring but precious son. She told the warden how much she loved him, It did not matter what he had done.
She did not bring to him a parole or pardon. She brought no silver, no pomp or style. It was a halo bright sent down from heaven’s light, The sweetest gift, a mother’s smile.
She left a smile you can remember. She’s gone to heaven from heartaches free. Those walls around you could never change her, You were her baby and e’er will be.
She did not bring to him a parole or pardon. She brought no silver, no pomp or style. It was a halo bright sent down from heaven’s light, The sweetest gift, a mother’s smile.
She did not bring to him a parole or pardon. She brought no silver, no pomp or style. It was a halo bright sent down from heaven’s light, The sweetest gift, a mother’s smile. The sweetest gift, a mother’s smile.
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