[00:00.000] 作词 : Tuomas Holopainen
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Tuomas Holopainen
[00:43.410]It was the night before, when all through the world,
[00:46.660]No words, no dreams, then one day,
[00:49.670]A writer by a fire, imagined all Gaia,
[00:52.780]Took a journey into a child-man's heart...
[00:55.970]A painter on the shore, imagined all the world
[00:58.980]Within a snowflake on his palm
[01:02.020]Unframed by poetry, a canvas of awe
[01:05.100]Planet earth falling back into the stars
[01:09.570]I am the voice of never-never-land,
[01:12.710]The innocence, the dreams from every man,
[01:15.740]I am the empty crib of Peter Pan
[01:18.820]A silent kite against the blue, blue sky
[01:22.010]Every chimney, every moonlit sight
[01:24.980]I am the story that will read you real,
[01:28.040]Every memory that you hold dear
[01:50.940]I am the journey, I am the destination,
[01:54.180]I am the home, the tale that reads you
[01:57.170]A way to taste the night, the elusive high
[02:00.310]Follow the madness, Alice, you know once did
[02:03.490]Imaginarium, a dream Emporium!
[02:06.500]Caress the tales and they will dream you real
[02:09.560]A storyteller's game, lips that intoxicate
[02:12.630]The core of all life is a limitless chest of tales
[02:17.250]I am the voice of never-never-land,
[02:20.210]The innocence, the dreams from every man,
[02:23.300]I am the empty crib of Peter Pan,
[02:26.360]A silent kite against the blue, blue sky
[02:29.530]Every chimney, every moonlit sight
[02:32.430]I am the story that will read you real,
[02:35.650]Every memory that you hold dear
[02:41.600]I am the voice of never-never-land,
[02:44.670]The innocence, the dreams from every man,
[02:47.790]Searching heavens for another earth...
[04:12.230]I am the voice of never-never-land,
[04:15.380]The innocence, the dreams from every man,
[04:18.460]I am the empty crib of Peter Pan,
[04:21.520]A silent kite against the blue, blue sky
[04:24.680]Every chimney, every moonlit sight
[04:27.640]I am the story that will read you real,
[04:30.770]Every memory that you hold dear
[04:36.790]I am the voice of never-never-land,
[04:39.800]The innocence, the dreams from every man,
[04:42.930]I am the empty crib of Peter Pan,
[04:46.010]A silent kite against the blue, blue sky
[04:49.180]Every chimney, every moonlit sight
[04:52.050]I am the story that will read you real,
[04:55.240]Every memory that you hold dear

作词 : Tuomas Holopainen
作曲 : Tuomas Holopainen
It was the night before, when all through the world,
No words, no dreams, then one day,
A writer by a fire, imagined all Gaia,
Took a journey into a child-man's heart...
A painter on the shore, imagined all the world
Within a snowflake on his palm
Unframed by poetry, a canvas of awe
Planet earth falling back into the stars
I am the voice of never-never-land,
The innocence, the dreams from every man,
I am the empty crib of Peter Pan
A silent kite against the blue, blue sky
Every chimney, every moonlit sight
I am the story that will read you real,
Every memory that you hold dear
I am the journey, I am the destination,
I am the home, the tale that reads you
A way to taste the night, the elusive high
Follow the madness, Alice, you know once did
Imaginarium, a dream Emporium!
Caress the tales and they will dream you real
A storyteller's game, lips that intoxicate
The core of all life is a limitless chest of tales
I am the voice of never-never-land,
The innocence, the dreams from every man,
I am the empty crib of Peter Pan,
A silent kite against the blue, blue sky
Every chimney, every moonlit sight
I am the story that will read you real,
Every memory that you hold dear
I am the voice of never-never-land,
The innocence, the dreams from every man,
Searching heavens for another earth...
I am the voice of never-never-land,
The innocence, the dreams from every man,
I am the empty crib of Peter Pan,
A silent kite against the blue, blue sky
Every chimney, every moonlit sight
I am the story that will read you real,
Every memory that you hold dear
I am the voice of never-never-land,
The innocence, the dreams from every man,
I am the empty crib of Peter Pan,
A silent kite against the blue, blue sky
Every chimney, every moonlit sight
I am the story that will read you real,
Every memory that you hold dear