Lirik Lagu Song Of Being A Child - Van Morrison
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
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- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
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- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
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- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
When the child was a childIt walked with arms hangingWanted the stream to be a river and the river a torrentAnd this puddle, the seaWhen the child was a child, it didn't knowIt was a childEverything for it was filled with life and all life was oneSaw the horizon without trying to reach itCouldn't rush itself And think on commandWas often terribly boredAnd couldn't waitPassed up greeting the momentsAnd prayed only with it's lipsWhen the child was a childIt didn't have an opinion about a thingHad no habitsOften sat crossed-legged, took off runningHad a cow lick in it's hairAnd didn't put on a face when photographed
When the child was a childIt was the time of the following questionsWhy am I me and why not youWhy am I here and why not thereWhy did time begin and where does space endIsn't what I see and hear and smellJust the appearance of the world in front of the worldIsn't life under the sun just a dreamDoes evil actually exist in peopleWho really are evilWhy can't it be that I who amWasn't before I wasAnd that sometime I, the I, I amNo longer will be the I, I am
When the child was a childIt gagged on spinach, on peas, on rice puddingAnd on steamed cauliflowerAnd now eats all of it and not just because it has toWhen the child was a childIt woke up once in a strange bedAnd now time and time againMany people seem beautiful to itAnd now not so many and now only if it's luckyIt had a precise picture of paradiseAnd now can only vaguely conceive of it at bestIt couldn't imagine nothingnessAnd today shudders in the face of itGo for the ballWhich today rolls between it's legsWith it's I'm here it cameInto the house which now is empty
When the child was a childIt played with enthusiasmAnd now only with such former concentrationWhere it's work
When the child was a childIt was the time of the following questionsWhy am I me and why not youWhy am I here and why not thereWhy did time begin and where does space endIsn't what I see and hear and smellJust the appearance of the world in front of the worldIsn't life under the sun just a dreamDoes evil actually exist in peopleWho really are evilWhy can't it be that I who amWasn't before I wasAnd that sometime I, the I, I amNo longer will be the I, I am
When the child was a childIt gagged on spinach, on peas, on rice puddingAnd on steamed cauliflowerAnd now eats all of it and not just because it has toWhen the child was a childIt woke up once in a strange bedAnd now time and time againMany people seem beautiful to itAnd now not so many and now only if it's luckyIt had a precise picture of paradiseAnd now can only vaguely conceive of it at bestIt couldn't imagine nothingnessAnd today shudders in the face of itGo for the ballWhich today rolls between it's legsWith it's I'm here it cameInto the house which now is empty
When the child was a childIt played with enthusiasmAnd now only with such former concentrationWhere it's work
