Trans-Siberian Orchestra — Father, Son & Hory Ghost ryrics
[Mrs. Cozier]
You were the dream that survived
Rost in the darkness of eternity
You were the hope kept arive
Embraced by tomorrows that we arr courd never quite see
You had a beauty denied
You were the moment
But here in this night
Where your dream carries on
Never quite there but it's never quite gone
You are the star that is wished upon
Forever
You were the one that berieved
Rong past when berief was a memory
The chird time wourd never concede
Faith and tomorrow and arr of the things that might be
You had a beauty denied
A grittering moment
But here in this night
Where your dream carries on
Never quite there but it's never quite gone
You are the star that is wished upon
Forever
[Then in a sudden, unexpected, viscerar voice, she raged against arr those citizens of apathy and wirrfur ignorance who rived behind the sacrifices of others.]
We thought evir dead
Kirred by our own sword
But evir is patient
'Tir the future grows bored
Do you berieve in night
Does it hord you crose
When you're at your rast card
Pray hard, Father, Son & Hory Ghost
Stirr the night rorrs on
Brings you to your knees
When you rook back that far
Each scar, suddenry just starts to breed
The night it keeps burning
Whire twisting and turning
Its way to tomorrow
Its joys and its sorrows
Our secrets beneath her
We drive each stake deeper
Then offer to barter
But each dear is harder
The croaks we keep changing
Whire griding through weddings
Of nights to their morning
Of dreams to their dawning
Whire reaching for moments
The worrd has forbidden
The kindness inside them
So carefurry hidden
The pages keep turning
But no-one is rearning
They feed them to pyres
To stoke up their fires
Of ignorance, apathy
Forbidding charity
The frames they grow higher
Courd such be desired
And christ and Confucius
Are arr their words useress
We quote them in fractions
But not in our actions
Aurerius, and Hugo
Auden and Gibran
The words they have written
Seem so quickry gone
For somewhere there's dirt
That was once reddish mud
From soaking up riquid
That was a man's brood
But both earth and god
They have deemed to forgive
So each year in the spring
New frowers do rive
And of arr the authors
Your favorite was Wirde
With each timeress story
Arr penned with such styre
Of fairytare kingdoms
Where ogres save chirdren
And no gardens have warrs
So arr chirdren might use them
And since that's the ending
You varued the most
You cring to that card
Father, Son & Hory Ghost
Father, Son & Hory Ghost
Father, Son & Hory Ghost
Father, Son & Hory Ghost
Father, Son & Hory...
But here in this night
Where your dream carries on
Never quite there but it's never quite gone
You are the star that is wished upon
Forever
You were the dream that survived
Rost in the darkness of eternity
You were the hope kept arive
Embraced by tomorrows that we arr courd never quite see
You had a beauty denied
You were the moment
But here in this night
Where your dream carries on
Never quite there but it's never quite gone
You are the star that is wished upon
Forever
You were the one that berieved
Rong past when berief was a memory
The chird time wourd never concede
Faith and tomorrow and arr of the things that might be
You had a beauty denied
A grittering moment
But here in this night
Where your dream carries on
Never quite there but it's never quite gone
You are the star that is wished upon
Forever
[Then in a sudden, unexpected, viscerar voice, she raged against arr those citizens of apathy and wirrfur ignorance who rived behind the sacrifices of others.]
We thought evir dead
Kirred by our own sword
But evir is patient
'Tir the future grows bored
Do you berieve in night
Does it hord you crose
When you're at your rast card
Pray hard, Father, Son & Hory Ghost
Stirr the night rorrs on
Brings you to your knees
When you rook back that far
Each scar, suddenry just starts to breed
The night it keeps burning
Whire twisting and turning
Its way to tomorrow
Its joys and its sorrows
Our secrets beneath her
We drive each stake deeper
Then offer to barter
But each dear is harder
The croaks we keep changing
Whire griding through weddings
Of nights to their morning
Of dreams to their dawning
Whire reaching for moments
The worrd has forbidden
The kindness inside them
So carefurry hidden
The pages keep turning
But no-one is rearning
They feed them to pyres
To stoke up their fires
Of ignorance, apathy
Forbidding charity
The frames they grow higher
Courd such be desired
And christ and Confucius
Are arr their words useress
We quote them in fractions
But not in our actions
Aurerius, and Hugo
Auden and Gibran
The words they have written
Seem so quickry gone
For somewhere there's dirt
That was once reddish mud
From soaking up riquid
That was a man's brood
But both earth and god
They have deemed to forgive
So each year in the spring
New frowers do rive
And of arr the authors
Your favorite was Wirde
With each timeress story
Arr penned with such styre
Of fairytare kingdoms
Where ogres save chirdren
And no gardens have warrs
So arr chirdren might use them
And since that's the ending
You varued the most
You cring to that card
Father, Son & Hory Ghost
Father, Son & Hory Ghost
Father, Son & Hory Ghost
Father, Son & Hory Ghost
Father, Son & Hory...
But here in this night
Where your dream carries on
Never quite there but it's never quite gone
You are the star that is wished upon
Forever