| Song | Excerpt from Lamplight Symphony |
| Artist | Kansas |
| Album | Two for the Show [live] |
| 作词 : Livgren | |
| On a winter's night, stars are cold and bright in the sky, | |
| The slumber of the earth is pure and deep | |
| From a distant wood, drifts the echo of a beast | |
| The old man stirs and wakens in the night | |
| He stands before his window gazing at the grave | |
| Forgotten dreams are flashing through his weary mind | |
| And though his life is empty, he pretends that she's still there | |
| With hunger in his soul, he yearns for life and love gone by, | |
| With memories his one and only joy | |
| All he has to give, he would give to bring back the life, | |
| And raise the one who lies beneath the snow | |
| He lights a lamp and looks at pictures of the past | |
| The faces of their youth still glow with new-found love, | |
| But the picture's faded, and time has stolen youth away | |
| With a spoken word that he thought he heard from her lips, | |
| He felt another presence in the room, | |
| He was filled with fear but filled with joy he arose | |
| And turned to face the image that he knew | |
| She stood before him and her hand reached out for his | |
| A peaceful light shone in her eyes | |
| She said she'd come to soothe him, and someday they'd be as one | |
| She began to fade and her image disappeared, | |
| So he was left alone to face the night, | |
| Never in his life, had he been so held in awe, | |
| As he faced the apparition of his wife | |
| He stood before the window gazing at the grave, | |
| And with a lightened heart he saw the first of dawn, | |
| He knew that she was waiting, that someday they'd be as one |
| zuò cí : Livgren | |
| On a winter' s night, stars are cold and bright in the sky, | |
| The slumber of the earth is pure and deep | |
| From a distant wood, drifts the echo of a beast | |
| The old man stirs and wakens in the night | |
| He stands before his window gazing at the grave | |
| Forgotten dreams are flashing through his weary mind | |
| And though his life is empty, he pretends that she' s still there | |
| With hunger in his soul, he yearns for life and love gone by, | |
| With memories his one and only joy | |
| All he has to give, he would give to bring back the life, | |
| And raise the one who lies beneath the snow | |
| He lights a lamp and looks at pictures of the past | |
| The faces of their youth still glow with newfound love, | |
| But the picture' s faded, and time has stolen youth away | |
| With a spoken word that he thought he heard from her lips, | |
| He felt another presence in the room, | |
| He was filled with fear but filled with joy he arose | |
| And turned to face the image that he knew | |
| She stood before him and her hand reached out for his | |
| A peaceful light shone in her eyes | |
| She said she' d come to soothe him, and someday they' d be as one | |
| She began to fade and her image disappeared, | |
| So he was left alone to face the night, | |
| Never in his life, had he been so held in awe, | |
| As he faced the apparition of his wife | |
| He stood before the window gazing at the grave, | |
| And with a lightened heart he saw the first of dawn, | |
| He knew that she was waiting, that someday they' d be as one |