Vertaling: Morning Glory. Travel On.
ve still got one more chance to lose do what's true, true to you don't let the world tell you what to do there's no wrong, travel on do what's true,
Yesterday a morning came, a smile upon your face Caesars Palace, morning glory, silly human race On a sailing ship to nowhere, leaving any place If the
Praises sing to Christ the King And peace to men on earth On Christmas Eve I dreamed I traveled all around the earth And in my dream I saw and heard
tasty (come on) Bitter is bad liver But still embrace (come on) I take slow breaths Exhale a slow death Euphanasia Ain't nothing that can save us (come on
I've traveled this whole world over and now I'm goin' down to the rainbow's end From twilight till dawn trudging on and on on my way to the rainbow's
Music and lyric: Loreena McKennitt The moonlight it was dancing On the waves, out on the sea The stars of heaven hovered In a shimmering galaxy A voice
The moonlight it was dancing On the waves, out on the sea The stars of heaven hovered In a shimmering galaxy A voice from down the ages So in haunting
Who among you has not laid his head beneath some holy awning Would think that such a night of tortured travelling Could bring such a glory morning And
angels told the shepherds of His birth There came a great rejoicing on the earth And they sang, glory to God in the highest Dawning that first Christmas morn Peace on
and straighter Turning our faces into the light And I can't wait to fall at Your glory On my face, God of the morning You're coming closer day by day Somebody told me I could travel
all intelligent beings sleep the dreaming of dreams and they've all come up to meet me tonight although while in the morning, all their wonder and their glory
of these mornings and it won't be long Woa, men will rise and stand side by side And hand in hand they're bound for glory Their foes will fall on
a trip with me across the bridge of lunacy fire up some beast and ride the skywaves don't wanna waste my time on you if you can't travel this way too
called home. Not for glory. Travel the path of demons. To spare the hands of yourself. Travel the path of demons. To bring sorrow to this land. Travel
angels told the shepherds of His birth There came a great rejoicing on the earth. And they sang, glory to God in the highest Dawning that first Christmas morn Peace on
