[00:00.00] 作词 : Mark Swickley[00:01.00] 作曲 : Mark Swickley[00:15.42]He had a black book wrapped in his little hands[00:20.14]Its binding was frayed with age[00:23.47]It kept his heart held safe when the backs of his hands seemed strange[00:31.48]He knew that top shelf better than he knew himself[00:35.69]It gave him strength to face the day[00:39.56]But then he lost his pride when his mother died[00:44.12]And as the church bells rang, still he sang[00:48.86]“Hallelujah” to everyone[00:52.74]“Hallelujah” like never before[00:56.77]“Hallelujah” to all of the memories that made him miss her more[01:19.58]A couple years went by before he said goodbye[01:24.10]And the pages continued to turn[01:27.58]He had them memorized, every single line[01:32.06]That his mother had taught him to sing[01:34.98]And it sounded like[01:36.67]“Hallelujah” to everyone[01:40.74]“Hallelujah” like never before[01:44.66]“Hallelujah” to all of the shining seas[01:50.04]And all of their shining shores[01:53.55]And when the image of his mother is gracing his sleeping thoughts[01:59.50]In the morning he wakes and prays all the things that he dreamt of[02:07.59]All because he never once thought of happiness as compromising his fears[02:15.49]Some day he’ll love again and all the lessons she taught him then will appear[02:22.99]