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Aurora Borealis (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis)

One night last summer we were camped at ten thousand feet up where the air is clear, high in the rockies of lost lake, colorado. and as the fire burned low and only a few glowing embers remained
Laid on our backs all warm in our sleeping bags and looked up at the stars.

And as i felt myself falling into the vastness of the universe, i thought about things, and places, and times.

I thought about the time my grandma told me what to say when i saw the evening star. you know, star light, star bright, first star i see tonight. i wish i may, i wish i might, have the wish i wi
Night.

The air is crystal-clear up here; that’s why you can see a million stars.

I remember a time a bunch of us were in a canyon of the green river in wyoming; it was a night like this. and we had our rafts pulled up on the bank an’ turned over so we could sleep on ‘em, and
Of the guys from new york said, "hey! look at the smog in the sky! smog clear out here in the sticks!" and somebody said, "hey, joe, that’s not smog; that’s the milky way."

Joe had never seen the milky way.

And we saw the northern lights once, in the bitterroot mountains of montana. they’re like flames from some prehistoric campfire, leaping and dancing in the sky and changing colors. red to gold,
Lue to violet… aurora borealis. it’s like the equinox, the changing of the seasons. summer to fall, young to old, then to now. and then tomorrow…

And then everyone was asleep, except me. and as i saw the morning star come up over the mountains, i realized that life is just a collection of memories. and memories are like starlight: they go
Orever.

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Aurora Borealis (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Under a darkened sun they are born
When the moon is losing its shape
I’m here again to see
The nightly dance of the flames

Once my father bore his sword
To defend the clan till the end
Now he braves the battles
Between the red northern flames

In the silence of the night
I stare at those ancient lights
Which enlighten the way from the cradle
And lead warriors into the grave

They have always been
And they will never change
They light the fire of a soul
And keep it burning bright

And behind the scattered clouds
The star field of the sky
Brings back the dreams I already lost

Shall I ever be like him
The brave warrior of the night,
Whose name will be written
In the northern lights

Aurora Borealis (Letra)

C.w. Mccall

C.w. Mccall

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(c.w. mccall, bill fries, chip davis)

One night last summer we were camped at ten thousand feet up where the air is clear, high in the rockies of lost lake, colorado. and as the fire burned low and only a few glowing embers remained
Laid on our backs all warm in our sleeping bags and looked up at the stars.

And as i felt myself falling into the vastness of the universe, i thought about things, and places, and times.

I thought about the time my grandma told me what to say when i saw the evening star. you know, star light, star bright, first star i see tonight. i wish i may, i wish i might, have the wish i wi
Night.

The air is crystal-clear up here; that’s why you can see a million stars.

I remember a time a bunch of us were in a canyon of the green river in wyoming; it was a night like this. and we had our rafts pulled up on the bank an’ turned over so we could sleep on ‘em, and
Of the guys from new york said, "hey! look at the smog in the sky! smog clear out here in the sticks!" and somebody said, "hey, joe, that’s not smog; that’s the milky way."

Joe had never seen the milky way.

And we saw the northern lights once, in the bitterroot mountains of montana. they’re like flames from some prehistoric campfire, leaping and dancing in the sky and changing colors. red to gold,
Lue to violet… aurora borealis. it’s like the equinox, the changing of the seasons. summer to fall, young to old, then to now. and then tomorrow…

And then everyone was asleep, except me. and as i saw the morning star come up over the mountains, i realized that life is just a collection of memories. and memories are like starlight: they go
Orever.