Richard White 앨범 : Phantom : The American Musical Sensation (Premiere Cast Recording) (뮤지컬 팬텀 OST)
My mother bore me
in the southern wild
I live in darkness
but my soul is light
Light as the forehead
of an English child
But I'm in darkness
and bereaved of light
My mother taught me
underneath a tree
and sitting down
before the heat of day
she took me on her lap
and kissed me
and pointing to the east
began to say
Look upon the rising sun
their God does live
and gives his light
and gives his heat away
and all the trees and flowers
and beasts and men
receive their comfort
from the morning
threw the bright noon day
And we are put
on earth a little space
that we may learn to bare
the beams of love
and these poor bodies
and this ravaged face
are but a cloud
and like a shady grove
For when our souls
have learned the heat to bear
the clouds will vanish
we will hear his voice saying
Come out from the grove
my love and care
and around my golden
tent like lambs rejoice
Thus did my mother
say and kissed me
and thus I say to little English boy
when we are both
from light and dark clouds free
and around the tent
of God we both rejoice
I will shade him from the heat
till he can bear to lean
in joy upon out father's knee
and then I'll stand
and stroke his silver hair
and be like him
and he will then love me
Voices in my night
will cry Christine
and every drop of rain that falls
will be Christine
You are the only one
my only chance of happiness
my golden leaf of autumn
my Christine
Look within this heart of mine
Christine
The very constant soul and music
of Christine
Behind this mortal mask
this terror of a face conceals
the gesture and the grace of you
Christine
No one else
must ever have Christine
if not for me
you'd be for no one else Christine
If I am guilty I'd be guilty of
An innocents who's name is love
And never
no never will you ever be
for anyone else and except for me
I damn you when I love
and I love you and I damn you
My Christine
My mother bore me
in the southern wild
I live in darkness
but my soul is light
Light as the forehead
of an English child
But I'm in darkness
and bereaved of light
My mother taught me
underneath a tree
and sitting down
before the heat of day
she took me on her lap
and kissed me
and pointing to the east
began to say
Look upon the rising sun
their God does live
and gives his light
and gives his heat away
and all the trees and flowers
and beasts and men
receive their comfort
from the morning
threw the bright noon day
And we are put
on earth a little space
that we may learn to bare
the beams of love
and these poor bodies
and this ravaged face
are but a cloud
and like a shady grove
For when our souls
have learned the heat to bear
the clouds will vanish
we will hear his voice saying
Come out from the grove
my love and care
and around my golden
tent like lambs rejoice
Thus did my mother
say and kissed me
and thus I say to little English boy
when we are both
from light and dark clouds free
and around the tent
of God we both rejoice
I will shade him from the heat
till he can bear to lean
in joy upon out father's knee
and then I'll stand
and stroke his silver hair
and be like him
and he will then love me
Voices in my night
will cry Christine
and every drop of rain that falls
will be Christine
You are the only one
my only chance of happiness
my golden leaf of autumn
my Christine
Look within this heart of mine
Christine
The very constant soul and music
of Christine
Behind this mortal mask
this terror of a face conceals
the gesture and the grace of you
Christine
No one else
must ever have Christine
if not for me
you'd be for no one else Christine
If I am guilty I'd be guilty of
An innocents who's name is love
And never
no never will you ever be
for anyone else and except for me
I damn you when I love
and I love you and I damn you
My Christine
My mother bore me
in the southern wild
I live in darkness
but my soul is light
Light as the forehead
of an English child
But I'm in darkness
and bereaved of light
My mother taught me
underneath a tree
and sitting down
before the heat of day
she took me on her lap
and kissed me
and pointing to the east
began to say
Look upon the rising sun
their God does live
and gives his light
and gives his heat away
and all the trees and flowers
and beasts and men
receive their comfort
from the morning
threw the bright noon day
And we are put
on earth a little space
that we may learn to bare
the beams of love
and these poor bodies
and this ravaged face
are but a cloud
and like a shady grove
For when our souls
have learned the heat to bear
the clouds will vanish
we will hear his voice saying
Come out from the grove
my love and care
and around my golden
tent like lambs rejoice
Thus did my mother
say and kissed me
and thus I say to little English boy
when we are both
from light and dark clouds free
and around the tent
of God we both rejoice
I will shade him from the heat
till he can bear to lean
in joy upon out father's knee
and then I'll stand
and stroke his silver hair
and be like him
and he will then love me
Voices in my night
will cry Christine
and every drop of rain that falls
will be Christine
You are the only one
my only chance of happiness
my golden leaf of autumn
my Christine
Look within this heart of mine
Christine
The very constant soul and music
of Christine
Behind this mortal mask
this terror of a face conceals
the gesture and the grace of you
Christine
No one else
must ever have Christine
if not for me
you'd be for no one else Christine
If I am guilty I'd be guilty of
An innocents who's name is love
And never
no never will you ever be
for anyone else and except for me
I damn you when I love
and I love you and I damn you
My Christine