Savior
Gregorian feat. Amelia Brightman Lyrics
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Oh father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years
With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear
Oh let the sun beat down upon my face,
With stars to fill my dreams.
I am a traveller of both time and space,
To be where I have been,
This world has seldom seen,
Who talk of days for which they sit and wait
When all will be revealed.
With talk and song from tounges of lilting grace
The sounds caressed my ears.
Though not a word I′ve heard could I relate,
The story was quite clear.
All I see turns to brown,
As the sun burns the ground,
And my eyes fill with sand
As I scan this wasted land
Trying to find where I've been.
Oh pilot of the storm who leaves no trace
Like thoughts inside a dream.
Who hid the path that led me to that place
With yellow desert screen?
My Shangrila beneath the summer moon,
I will return again.
Sure as the dust it blows high in June
When moving through Kashmir
Oh, oh
When I′m on, when I'm on my way, yeah
When I see, when I see the way, you stay, yeah
When I'm down
Baby well I′m down, so down
Let me take you there
Let me take you there
The song "Savior" by Gregorian feat. Amelia Brightman is a beautifully crafted piece that speaks of the journey of life, specifically the search for meaning and fulfillment. In the first stanza, the singer addresses a higher being, the "father of the four winds," asking for guidance as they traverse the "straits of fear" with no provisions except an open mind. The next stanza talks about the singer's desire to explore both time and space, to experience things that they have not yet seen in the company of gentle elders who speak of a time when everything will be revealed. The singer revels in the beauty of sound and music, which caress their ears even if the language they hear is foreign.
The third stanza is a contrast to the previous ones, as the singer describes a barren wasteland where everything turns brown, and their eyes fill with sand. It is a place of confusion and disorientation, where the path is hidden, and the singer is lost, seeking to find their way back. The final stanza provides some hope, as the singer refers to a Shangrila, a place of peace and beauty that is somewhere beneath the summer moon. They are confident that they will return once more, just as sure as the dust blows high in June when moving through Kashmir. The chorus speaks of the singer's desire to take someone with them, to show them the way, to bring them to a place of fulfillment and joy, even when they are feeling down.
Line by Line Meaning
Oh father
Addressing a higher power
Oh father of the four winds, fill my sails, across the sea of years
Asking the higher power to guide and assist in the journey of life
With no provision but an open face, along the straits of fear
Venturing into the unknown with no resources or support, but with courage
Oh let the sun beat down upon my face,
Asking for blessings and light to guide the way
With stars to fill my dreams.
Aspirations and inspiration to strive towards
I am a traveller of both time and space,
A seeker of knowledge and experiences beyond the physical realm
To be where I have been,
Reflecting on past experiences and lessons learned
And sit with elders of a gentle race
To gain wisdom and guidance from those who possess it
This world has seldom seen,
Highlighting the rarity of true knowledge and gentleness in our world
Who talk of days for which they sit and wait
Anticipation for a better future, and preparing for it
When all will be revealed.
A belief that there is a greater purpose and understanding to be revealed
With talk and song from tounges of lilting grace
The beauty and flow of their words and melodies
The sounds caressed my ears.
The soothing and comforting effect of their music
Though not a word I′ve heard could I relate,
Not understanding the actual content of their message
The story was quite clear.
Despite not understanding the literal message, the emotions and feelings conveyed were evident
All I see turns to brown,
The bleak and hopeless state of the surroundings
As the sun burns the ground,
The harshness and unforgiving nature of the environment
And my eyes fill with sand
The physical discomfort and irritation caused by the environment
As I scan this wasted land Trying to find where I've been.
Searching for a way out or a means of escape from the desolate surroundings
Oh pilot of the storm who leaves no trace
Alluding to a mysterious and elusive guide during turbulent times
Like thoughts inside a dream.
Difficult to grasp or comprehend fully
Who hid the path that led me to that place
Feeling lost and wondering who or what led them to such a place
With yellow desert screen?
The sand and dust creating an oppressive and stifling atmosphere
My Shangrila beneath the summer moon,
Their ideal place of peace and happiness
I will return again.
The hope and desire to find their way back to their Shangrila
Sure as the dust it blows high in June When moving through Kashmir
A metaphor for the cyclical nature of life and the inevitability of change
When I′m on, when I'm on my way, yeah
Feeling confident and determined to move forward
When I see, when I see the way, you stay, yeah
Acknowledging the support and comfort of a loved one
When I'm down Baby well I′m down, so down
Admitting emotions of sadness and despair
Let me take you there
Desiring to share their journey and experience with the loved one
Let me take you there
Repeating the desire to share their journey
Writer(s): Traditional, Geoffrey Gurrumul Yunupingu, Michael Hohnen
Contributed by Carter I. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Maria Das Graças
No ano novo desse ano foi especial porque o de Deus tocava minha janela com relampago azul me ninando e fazendo barulhinho.
maria maibel
💖🙏⚘Hallelujah To Our Risen King💖🙏⚘Amen💖🙏⚘
Marilene Nolasco
Belíssimo !!!
Fransiska Bening
We love you jesus,thank you sou much ❤❤
GoldM90
Thank you for the lovely comment :)
Maria Das Graças
Outro dia de vento Deus tocou com relampagos minha janela e acordei com um clarao do céu cinza e rosa eu estendi minha mão na direcao e aquela cor com vento batia em mim por algum tempo. Algo me inclinou a dizer bênção: uma mao saiu do céu tocou minha mao direita e se recolheu. Havia um idoso que gostava de cantar musicas italianas e era como a imaginacao que meu pai relatou: andando pra lá e pra cá de tênis regata e calça jeans. A srnhora do coral dizia ser um barulho feio e diferentemente assustador. Keilla.
Emmanuel Haasklein
Hermoso no hay palabras perdón...
GoldM90
Muchísimas gracias
Maria Das Graças
E um dia eu vi a lua se encolher estava em meio as nuvens e Deus me tocou para apresentar meus pés na janela e eu vi um anciao. Parecia um pouco careca e se afastou depois. Ventava muito!
Emmanuel Haasklein
Dios mío!!!