| Song | Listening To Old Voices |
| Artist | John Hiatt |
| Album | Stolen Moments |
| 作词 : Hiatt | |
| They have come to haunt the children | |
| They have come to walk the wind | |
| I can hear them as they rustle through the trees | |
| Looking for the love that killed them | |
| So that they might live again | |
| It's a simple prayer that brings me to my knees | |
| With drums and bells and rattles | |
| They have caught us in our time | |
| To watch the eagle rise up from the fire | |
| Now is it true we are possessed | |
| By all the ones we leave behind | |
| Or is it by their lives we are inspired | |
| Chorus: | |
| It's a new light, new day | |
| Listening for new meaning learning how to say | |
| It's a new place but you've always been here | |
| You're just listening to old voices with a new ear | |
| It's the livin' and the dyin' | |
| Well it scares the young ones so | |
| They can hardly catch their breath before too long | |
| They see the tears we're crying | |
| And they watch the river flow | |
| And they follow on the banks until it's gone | |
| I surrender to the mountains | |
| I surrender to the sea | |
| I surrender to the one who calls my name | |
| I surrender to my lover and to my enemy | |
| I surrender to the face that holds no shame | |
| Chorus | |
| There's a spider at my window | |
| And she spins a web of truth | |
| More beautiful than all those memories | |
| And she surely is god's artist | |
| As she's caught the morning dew | |
| It's a simple prayer that brings me to my knees | |
| Chorus twice |
| zuò cí : Hiatt | |
| They have come to haunt the children | |
| They have come to walk the wind | |
| I can hear them as they rustle through the trees | |
| Looking for the love that killed them | |
| So that they might live again | |
| It' s a simple prayer that brings me to my knees | |
| With drums and bells and rattles | |
| They have caught us in our time | |
| To watch the eagle rise up from the fire | |
| Now is it true we are possessed | |
| By all the ones we leave behind | |
| Or is it by their lives we are inspired | |
| Chorus: | |
| It' s a new light, new day | |
| Listening for new meaning learning how to say | |
| It' s a new place but you' ve always been here | |
| You' re just listening to old voices with a new ear | |
| It' s the livin' and the dyin' | |
| Well it scares the young ones so | |
| They can hardly catch their breath before too long | |
| They see the tears we' re crying | |
| And they watch the river flow | |
| And they follow on the banks until it' s gone | |
| I surrender to the mountains | |
| I surrender to the sea | |
| I surrender to the one who calls my name | |
| I surrender to my lover and to my enemy | |
| I surrender to the face that holds no shame | |
| Chorus | |
| There' s a spider at my window | |
| And she spins a web of truth | |
| More beautiful than all those memories | |
| And she surely is god' s artist | |
| As she' s caught the morning dew | |
| It' s a simple prayer that brings me to my knees | |
| Chorus twice |