作曲 : Richard Allman-Brown/Elizabeth Lawrence
And I will hold you tight
Like the moon in the arms of the sky
And I will keep you warm
I will build a fire in this house
And I’ll build a fire, you fetch the water
And I’ll lay the table
And in our hearts we still pray for sons and daughters
And all those evenings out in the garden
With red, red wine
Those quiet hours turn into years
And I, I’ll wrap myself
'Round your heart, I’ll be the walls of this house
And I, I’ll keep a light on
To call you back home
And I’ll build a fire, you fetch the water
And I’ll lay the table
And in our hearts we still pray for sons and daughters
And all those evenings out in the garden
With red, red wine
Those quiet hours turn into years, yeah
But it’s all to come
For now we’re still young
Just building our kingdom
And it’s all to come
And I’ll build a fire, you fetch the water
And I’ll lay the table
And in our hearts we still pray for sons and daughters
And all those evenings out in the garden
Red, red wine
Those quiet hours turn into years
But it’s all to come
For now we’re still young
作曲 : Richard Allman-Brown/Elizabeth Lawrence
And I will hold you tight
Like the moon in the arms of the sky
And I will keep you warm
I will build a fire in this house
And I’ll build a fire, you fetch the water
And I’ll lay the table
And in our hearts we still pray for sons and daughters
And all those evenings out in the garden
With red, red wine
Those quiet hours turn into years
And I, I’ll wrap myself
'Round your heart, I’ll be the walls of this house
And I, I’ll keep a light on
To call you back home
And I’ll build a fire, you fetch the water
And I’ll lay the table
And in our hearts we still pray for sons and daughters
And all those evenings out in the garden
With red, red wine
Those quiet hours turn into years, yeah
But it’s all to come
For now we’re still young
Just building our kingdom
And it’s all to come
And I’ll build a fire, you fetch the water
And I’ll lay the table
And in our hearts we still pray for sons and daughters
And all those evenings out in the garden
Red, red wine
Those quiet hours turn into years
But it’s all to come
For now we’re still young