| Song | Far Away In Baagad |
| Artist | Jon & Vangelis |
| Album | Short Stories |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Anderson, Vangelis | |
| T'was the dawn creation of the underworld | |
| Caves were born with thunder rendered sheets | |
| Of flame cascading light the morning light | |
| The dawning of the underworld. | |
| All regions of Earth and space did take their place | |
| Features carved with colors raining all about | |
| Then brightness of the morning sun | |
| Oh, glory of the morning sun. | |
| Tell me of the way of things and how such beauty | |
| Can divide our hearts and hands while holding | |
| Out so closely now. | |
| King of kings will oversee the dawning of truth | |
| The overworld, pain is borne as love surrenders | |
| Higher ever higher ever true to you. | |
| Surely tell me secrets of the morning mist | |
| Rain will fall and wash us evermore beside the | |
| Lake of learning-learning t'wards the winds of | |
| Everflowing ease. | |
| Speak oh speak of everlasting sleep a point | |
| Inside where one will never ever hide away | |
| Never ever hide away | |
| Far away in Baagad. | |
| Far away in Baagad. |
| zuo ci : Anderson, Vangelis | |
| T' was the dawn creation of the underworld | |
| Caves were born with thunder rendered sheets | |
| Of flame cascading light the morning light | |
| The dawning of the underworld. | |
| All regions of Earth and space did take their place | |
| Features carved with colors raining all about | |
| Then brightness of the morning sun | |
| Oh, glory of the morning sun. | |
| Tell me of the way of things and how such beauty | |
| Can divide our hearts and hands while holding | |
| Out so closely now. | |
| King of kings will oversee the dawning of truth | |
| The overworld, pain is borne as love surrenders | |
| Higher ever higher ever true to you. | |
| Surely tell me secrets of the morning mist | |
| Rain will fall and wash us evermore beside the | |
| Lake of learninglearning t' wards the winds of | |
| Everflowing ease. | |
| Speak oh speak of everlasting sleep a point | |
| Inside where one will never ever hide away | |
| Never ever hide away | |
| Far away in Baagad. | |
| Far away in Baagad. |
| zuò cí : Anderson, Vangelis | |
| T' was the dawn creation of the underworld | |
| Caves were born with thunder rendered sheets | |
| Of flame cascading light the morning light | |
| The dawning of the underworld. | |
| All regions of Earth and space did take their place | |
| Features carved with colors raining all about | |
| Then brightness of the morning sun | |
| Oh, glory of the morning sun. | |
| Tell me of the way of things and how such beauty | |
| Can divide our hearts and hands while holding | |
| Out so closely now. | |
| King of kings will oversee the dawning of truth | |
| The overworld, pain is borne as love surrenders | |
| Higher ever higher ever true to you. | |
| Surely tell me secrets of the morning mist | |
| Rain will fall and wash us evermore beside the | |
| Lake of learninglearning t' wards the winds of | |
| Everflowing ease. | |
| Speak oh speak of everlasting sleep a point | |
| Inside where one will never ever hide away | |
| Never ever hide away | |
| Far away in Baagad. | |
| Far away in Baagad. |