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《Christmas Wants》歌词

所属专辑: Christmas with Hank Snow 歌手: Hank Snow 时长: 02:46
Christmas Wants

[00:00:00] Christmas Wants - Hank Snow

[00:00:18] What do you want for Christmas

[00:00:21] Ah the truth the answer to no other questions

[00:00:24] So complete serves as an index of

[00:00:27] What we are at heart

[00:00:29] At other times of the year

[00:00:31] We can pretend and make believe

[00:00:34] But at Christmas time our true nature reveals itself

[00:00:38] And we act from the hidden motives

[00:00:40] That dominate our lives

[00:00:43] Come with me this Yule tide

[00:00:46] And let the heart express those wishes

[00:00:48] It has ever longed for but never dared express

[00:00:52] What is it we want

[00:00:55] I want a few sincere friends

[00:00:57] Who understand my loneliness

[00:00:59] Yet remind loyal when I am silent

[00:01:03] I want a growing capacity to understand

[00:01:06] And respond to the unuttered sufferings of others

[00:01:09] Knowing that they fight as hard a battle

[00:01:12] Against many odds even as I

[00:01:16] I want a sense of duty tempered with beauty

[00:01:20] A conception of work as a privilege

[00:01:23] And urge to justice mainly with mercy

[00:01:26] And a feeling that responsibility is my debt

[00:01:29] For the opportunity of living in a day

[00:01:32] When great aims are at stake

[00:01:35] I want a task to do which has abiding value

[00:01:39] Without which the lives of many would be poorer

[00:01:43] And the good I might do be eternally lost

[00:01:47] I want a sense of humor and the genius to laugh

[00:01:51] The grace to forgive and the humility to be forgiven

[00:01:56] The willingness to praise

[00:01:59] And the freedom to enjoy a little

[00:02:00] Leisure with tantalizing dreams

[00:02:05] I want a glimpse of kneeling

[00:02:06] Hillsides the unresting sea

[00:02:10] The horizon and chanting plains

[00:02:13] And the thrill of a few high tangled

[00:02:16] Bird notes keenly thinned

[00:02:20] I want a few wistful moments of quiet

[00:02:23] Amid the garish noises and fevered fret of the day

[00:02:27] And when twlight flecks the

[00:02:28] Even tide with spotted shadows

[00:02:32] A sense of the presence of God