| Song | Santa Fe Dream |
| Artist | Anaïs Mitchell |
| Album | The Brightness |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Mitchell | |
| if it should happen | |
| if you should wake up in the night | |
| there in the city of faith | |
| where your true love lies | |
| asleep like a baby | |
| with her hands at her head | |
| and the moon in your window | |
| sheds her light on the bed | |
| if it should happen | |
| if you should rise alone | |
| and go sit staring in the shadows | |
| of all that you own | |
| at the cloth on the table | |
| and the cable bill | |
| you're too old to keep moving | |
| you're too young to keep still | |
| all the while the rambling stars | |
| all the while the roving moon | |
| all the while the railroad cars | |
| keep passing by | |
| passing by you | |
| if it should happen | |
| if you should turn to see | |
| the way that moon sheds her light | |
| on your love where she sleeps | |
| go lay down beside her | |
| and wonder again | |
| that such a small window | |
| lets so much light in |
| zuo qu : Mitchell | |
| if it should happen | |
| if you should wake up in the night | |
| there in the city of faith | |
| where your true love lies | |
| asleep like a baby | |
| with her hands at her head | |
| and the moon in your window | |
| sheds her light on the bed | |
| if it should happen | |
| if you should rise alone | |
| and go sit staring in the shadows | |
| of all that you own | |
| at the cloth on the table | |
| and the cable bill | |
| you' re too old to keep moving | |
| you' re too young to keep still | |
| all the while the rambling stars | |
| all the while the roving moon | |
| all the while the railroad cars | |
| keep passing by | |
| passing by you | |
| if it should happen | |
| if you should turn to see | |
| the way that moon sheds her light | |
| on your love where she sleeps | |
| go lay down beside her | |
| and wonder again | |
| that such a small window | |
| lets so much light in |
| zuò qǔ : Mitchell | |
| if it should happen | |
| if you should wake up in the night | |
| there in the city of faith | |
| where your true love lies | |
| asleep like a baby | |
| with her hands at her head | |
| and the moon in your window | |
| sheds her light on the bed | |
| if it should happen | |
| if you should rise alone | |
| and go sit staring in the shadows | |
| of all that you own | |
| at the cloth on the table | |
| and the cable bill | |
| you' re too old to keep moving | |
| you' re too young to keep still | |
| all the while the rambling stars | |
| all the while the roving moon | |
| all the while the railroad cars | |
| keep passing by | |
| passing by you | |
| if it should happen | |
| if you should turn to see | |
| the way that moon sheds her light | |
| on your love where she sleeps | |
| go lay down beside her | |
| and wonder again | |
| that such a small window | |
| lets so much light in |