| Song | You'll Be There |
| Artist | George Strait |
| Album | Somewhere Down In Texas |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Mayo | |
| Hope is an anchor and love is a ship, time is the ocean and life is a trip | |
| You don't know where you're going, 'till you know where you're at | |
| And if you can't read the stars, well you better have a map | |
| A compass and a conscience, so you don't get lost at sea | |
| Or on some lonely island, where no one wants to be | |
| From the beginning of creation, | |
| I think our maker had a plan | |
| For us to leave these shores and sail beyond the sand | |
| And let the good light guide us through the waves and the wind | |
| To the beaches in a world where we have never been | |
| And we'll climb up on a mountain, y'all we'll let our voices ring | |
| Those who've never tried it, they'll be the first to sing | |
| Whoa, my, my | |
| I'll see you on the other side | |
| If I make it | |
| And it might be a long hard ride | |
| But I'm gonna take it | |
| Sometimes it seems that | |
| I don't have a prayer | |
| Let the weather take me anywhere | |
| But I know that | |
| I wanna go | |
| Where the streets are gold' | |
| Cause you'll be there | |
| Oh, my , my | |
| You don't bring nothing with you here | |
| And you can't take nothing back | |
| I ain't never seen a hearse, with a luggage rack | |
| So I've torn my knees up prayin' | |
| Scarred my back from fallin' down | |
| Spent so much time flying high, till | |
| I'm face first in the ground | |
| So if you're up there watchin' me, would you talk to | |
| God and say, | |
| Tell him I might need a hand to see you both someday | |
| Whoa, my, my | |
| So I'll see you on the other side | |
| If I make it | |
| And it might be a long hard ride | |
| But I'm gonna take it | |
| Sometimes it seems that | |
| I don't have a prayer | |
| Let the weather take me anywhere | |
| But I know that | |
| I wanna go | |
| Where the streets are gold' | |
| Cause you'll be there | |
| Oh, my , my | |
| Cause you'll be there | |
| Oh, my ,my |
| zuo ci : Mayo | |
| Hope is an anchor and love is a ship, time is the ocean and life is a trip | |
| You don' t know where you' re going, ' till you know where you' re at | |
| And if you can' t read the stars, well you better have a map | |
| A compass and a conscience, so you don' t get lost at sea | |
| Or on some lonely island, where no one wants to be | |
| From the beginning of creation, | |
| I think our maker had a plan | |
| For us to leave these shores and sail beyond the sand | |
| And let the good light guide us through the waves and the wind | |
| To the beaches in a world where we have never been | |
| And we' ll climb up on a mountain, y' all we' ll let our voices ring | |
| Those who' ve never tried it, they' ll be the first to sing | |
| Whoa, my, my | |
| I' ll see you on the other side | |
| If I make it | |
| And it might be a long hard ride | |
| But I' m gonna take it | |
| Sometimes it seems that | |
| I don' t have a prayer | |
| Let the weather take me anywhere | |
| But I know that | |
| I wanna go | |
| Where the streets are gold' | |
| Cause you' ll be there | |
| Oh, my , my | |
| You don' t bring nothing with you here | |
| And you can' t take nothing back | |
| I ain' t never seen a hearse, with a luggage rack | |
| So I' ve torn my knees up prayin' | |
| Scarred my back from fallin' down | |
| Spent so much time flying high, till | |
| I' m face first in the ground | |
| So if you' re up there watchin' me, would you talk to | |
| God and say, | |
| Tell him I might need a hand to see you both someday | |
| Whoa, my, my | |
| So I' ll see you on the other side | |
| If I make it | |
| And it might be a long hard ride | |
| But I' m gonna take it | |
| Sometimes it seems that | |
| I don' t have a prayer | |
| Let the weather take me anywhere | |
| But I know that | |
| I wanna go | |
| Where the streets are gold' | |
| Cause you' ll be there | |
| Oh, my , my | |
| Cause you' ll be there | |
| Oh, my , my |
| zuò cí : Mayo | |
| Hope is an anchor and love is a ship, time is the ocean and life is a trip | |
| You don' t know where you' re going, ' till you know where you' re at | |
| And if you can' t read the stars, well you better have a map | |
| A compass and a conscience, so you don' t get lost at sea | |
| Or on some lonely island, where no one wants to be | |
| From the beginning of creation, | |
| I think our maker had a plan | |
| For us to leave these shores and sail beyond the sand | |
| And let the good light guide us through the waves and the wind | |
| To the beaches in a world where we have never been | |
| And we' ll climb up on a mountain, y' all we' ll let our voices ring | |
| Those who' ve never tried it, they' ll be the first to sing | |
| Whoa, my, my | |
| I' ll see you on the other side | |
| If I make it | |
| And it might be a long hard ride | |
| But I' m gonna take it | |
| Sometimes it seems that | |
| I don' t have a prayer | |
| Let the weather take me anywhere | |
| But I know that | |
| I wanna go | |
| Where the streets are gold' | |
| Cause you' ll be there | |
| Oh, my , my | |
| You don' t bring nothing with you here | |
| And you can' t take nothing back | |
| I ain' t never seen a hearse, with a luggage rack | |
| So I' ve torn my knees up prayin' | |
| Scarred my back from fallin' down | |
| Spent so much time flying high, till | |
| I' m face first in the ground | |
| So if you' re up there watchin' me, would you talk to | |
| God and say, | |
| Tell him I might need a hand to see you both someday | |
| Whoa, my, my | |
| So I' ll see you on the other side | |
| If I make it | |
| And it might be a long hard ride | |
| But I' m gonna take it | |
| Sometimes it seems that | |
| I don' t have a prayer | |
| Let the weather take me anywhere | |
| But I know that | |
| I wanna go | |
| Where the streets are gold' | |
| Cause you' ll be there | |
| Oh, my , my | |
| Cause you' ll be there | |
| Oh, my , my |