| Song | On the Divide |
| Artist | Bebo Norman |
| Album | The Fabric of Verse |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Norman | |
| The sky was the color of morning | |
| And the mountains surrounded | |
| The ground as our bed. | |
| The Spirit would rise without warning | |
| Just to burn like the sun | |
| That would soon warm our hands. | |
| And the world was three days behind us, | |
| And the world was three days ahead. | |
| But for now no one could find us | |
| In the wilderness. | |
| Only bound by the burdens we brought, | |
| But we were slowly releasing them | |
| Along the way. | |
| Pride was the battle we fought | |
| Until we opened our eyes | |
| To the Light of that day | |
| The past towered before us, | |
| But we could see the top of the trail. | |
| So we climbed with strength we're not born with | |
| And we were rising... | |
| We stood on that mountain, | |
| We turned to the sky. | |
| With trembling inside, | |
| We lifted our eyes | |
| And pulling us higher... | |
| Was something | |
| Divine That gave us that time | |
| On the Divide. | |
| It was something | |
| Divine That gave us that time | |
| On the Divide. | |
| So we turned from our view at the top | |
| With a vision so clear | |
| And the sun in our face. | |
| And back to the valley we walked | |
| Knowing everything good | |
| Has its time and its place. | |
| New life was burning inside us | |
| Still it hurt turning to home. | |
| But the same | |
| Spirit would guide us | |
| That we had seen when... | |
| We stood on that mountain, | |
| We turned to the sky. | |
| With trembling inside, | |
| We lifted our eyes | |
| And pulling us higher... | |
| Was something | |
| Divine That gave us that time | |
| On the Divide. | |
| It was something | |
| Divine That gave us that time | |
| On the Divide. |
| zuo qu : Norman | |
| The sky was the color of morning | |
| And the mountains surrounded | |
| The ground as our bed. | |
| The Spirit would rise without warning | |
| Just to burn like the sun | |
| That would soon warm our hands. | |
| And the world was three days behind us, | |
| And the world was three days ahead. | |
| But for now no one could find us | |
| In the wilderness. | |
| Only bound by the burdens we brought, | |
| But we were slowly releasing them | |
| Along the way. | |
| Pride was the battle we fought | |
| Until we opened our eyes | |
| To the Light of that day | |
| The past towered before us, | |
| But we could see the top of the trail. | |
| So we climbed with strength we' re not born with | |
| And we were rising... | |
| We stood on that mountain, | |
| We turned to the sky. | |
| With trembling inside, | |
| We lifted our eyes | |
| And pulling us higher... | |
| Was something | |
| Divine That gave us that time | |
| On the Divide. | |
| It was something | |
| Divine That gave us that time | |
| On the Divide. | |
| So we turned from our view at the top | |
| With a vision so clear | |
| And the sun in our face. | |
| And back to the valley we walked | |
| Knowing everything good | |
| Has its time and its place. | |
| New life was burning inside us | |
| Still it hurt turning to home. | |
| But the same | |
| Spirit would guide us | |
| That we had seen when... | |
| We stood on that mountain, | |
| We turned to the sky. | |
| With trembling inside, | |
| We lifted our eyes | |
| And pulling us higher... | |
| Was something | |
| Divine That gave us that time | |
| On the Divide. | |
| It was something | |
| Divine That gave us that time | |
| On the Divide. |
| zuò qǔ : Norman | |
| The sky was the color of morning | |
| And the mountains surrounded | |
| The ground as our bed. | |
| The Spirit would rise without warning | |
| Just to burn like the sun | |
| That would soon warm our hands. | |
| And the world was three days behind us, | |
| And the world was three days ahead. | |
| But for now no one could find us | |
| In the wilderness. | |
| Only bound by the burdens we brought, | |
| But we were slowly releasing them | |
| Along the way. | |
| Pride was the battle we fought | |
| Until we opened our eyes | |
| To the Light of that day | |
| The past towered before us, | |
| But we could see the top of the trail. | |
| So we climbed with strength we' re not born with | |
| And we were rising... | |
| We stood on that mountain, | |
| We turned to the sky. | |
| With trembling inside, | |
| We lifted our eyes | |
| And pulling us higher... | |
| Was something | |
| Divine That gave us that time | |
| On the Divide. | |
| It was something | |
| Divine That gave us that time | |
| On the Divide. | |
| So we turned from our view at the top | |
| With a vision so clear | |
| And the sun in our face. | |
| And back to the valley we walked | |
| Knowing everything good | |
| Has its time and its place. | |
| New life was burning inside us | |
| Still it hurt turning to home. | |
| But the same | |
| Spirit would guide us | |
| That we had seen when... | |
| We stood on that mountain, | |
| We turned to the sky. | |
| With trembling inside, | |
| We lifted our eyes | |
| And pulling us higher... | |
| Was something | |
| Divine That gave us that time | |
| On the Divide. | |
| It was something | |
| Divine That gave us that time | |
| On the Divide. |