Watercolour Ponies Lyrics

	作曲 : Watson
	There are watercolour ponies
	On my refrigerater door
	And the shape of something
	I don't really recognize
	Drawn by careful little fingers
	And put proudly on display
	A reminder to us all
	Of how time flies
	Seems an endless mound of laundry
	And a stairway laced with toys
	Gives a blow by blow
	Reminder of the war
	That we fight for their well-being
	For their greater understanding
	To impart a holy reverance
	For the Lord
	(chorus)
	But, baby, what will we do
	When it comes back to me an you?
	They look a little less
	Like little boys every day
	Oh, the pleasure of watching
	The children growing
	Is mixed with a bitter cup
	Of knowing the watercolour ponies
	Will one day ride away
	(bridge)
	And the vision can get so narrow
	As you view through your tiny world
	And little victories can go by
	With no applause
	But in the greater evaluation
	As they fly from your nest of love
	May they mount up with wings
	As eagles for His cause
	(chorus)

	zuo qu : Watson
	There are watercolour ponies
	On my refrigerater door
	And the shape of something
	I don' t really recognize
	Drawn by careful little fingers
	And put proudly on display
	A reminder to us all
	Of how time flies
	Seems an endless mound of laundry
	And a stairway laced with toys
	Gives a blow by blow
	Reminder of the war
	That we fight for their wellbeing
	For their greater understanding
	To impart a holy reverance
	For the Lord
	chorus
	But, baby, what will we do
	When it comes back to me an you?
	They look a little less
	Like little boys every day
	Oh, the pleasure of watching
	The children growing
	Is mixed with a bitter cup
	Of knowing the watercolour ponies
	Will one day ride away
	bridge
	And the vision can get so narrow
	As you view through your tiny world
	And little victories can go by
	With no applause
	But in the greater evaluation
	As they fly from your nest of love
	May they mount up with wings
	As eagles for His cause
	chorus

	zuò qǔ : Watson
	There are watercolour ponies
	On my refrigerater door
	And the shape of something
	I don' t really recognize
	Drawn by careful little fingers
	And put proudly on display
	A reminder to us all
	Of how time flies
	Seems an endless mound of laundry
	And a stairway laced with toys
	Gives a blow by blow
	Reminder of the war
	That we fight for their wellbeing
	For their greater understanding
	To impart a holy reverance
	For the Lord
	chorus
	But, baby, what will we do
	When it comes back to me an you?
	They look a little less
	Like little boys every day
	Oh, the pleasure of watching
	The children growing
	Is mixed with a bitter cup
	Of knowing the watercolour ponies
	Will one day ride away
	bridge
	And the vision can get so narrow
	As you view through your tiny world
	And little victories can go by
	With no applause
	But in the greater evaluation
	As they fly from your nest of love
	May they mount up with wings
	As eagles for His cause
	chorus

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