Heaven Heath 歌词

	作曲 : Williams
	Bring snowy lady with the laughing,
	Spread your sailing angels over me
	Tell a tale of old sinfuls,
	Look for you to change their face.
	Do not cry, for all your leaden tears
	Graced a lorded man whose gift was all too free
	He came to fall upon a faithless smile,
	Leaning eyes towards the clay.
	And on my stone there where the flowers will lie
	Sleep the growing years of my dusty day
	Gone the time of a heathen child
	To the godly grounds to play.
	Weep the women on a watery leaf
	Caught in browning robe all on my silent breath,
	I come to rise upon the Heaven Heath
	With a timeless child to pray.
	Forget the garden of my graceless youth
	Glimpse the wilting rose in my faded eye
	Slip the shade from my shoulders
	For a cobwebbed lake to catch.
	Bleed your soul for my silvered fate,
	Take the ageing cross to bury days gone by,
	Receive my own into your Heaven Heath
	Toward my waiting bed to lie.

	zuo qu : Williams
	Bring snowy lady with the laughing,
	Spread your sailing angels over me
	Tell a tale of old sinfuls,
	Look for you to change their face.
	Do not cry, for all your leaden tears
	Graced a lorded man whose gift was all too free
	He came to fall upon a faithless smile,
	Leaning eyes towards the clay.
	And on my stone there where the flowers will lie
	Sleep the growing years of my dusty day
	Gone the time of a heathen child
	To the godly grounds to play.
	Weep the women on a watery leaf
	Caught in browning robe all on my silent breath,
	I come to rise upon the Heaven Heath
	With a timeless child to pray.
	Forget the garden of my graceless youth
	Glimpse the wilting rose in my faded eye
	Slip the shade from my shoulders
	For a cobwebbed lake to catch.
	Bleed your soul for my silvered fate,
	Take the ageing cross to bury days gone by,
	Receive my own into your Heaven Heath
	Toward my waiting bed to lie.

	zuò qǔ : Williams
	Bring snowy lady with the laughing,
	Spread your sailing angels over me
	Tell a tale of old sinfuls,
	Look for you to change their face.
	Do not cry, for all your leaden tears
	Graced a lorded man whose gift was all too free
	He came to fall upon a faithless smile,
	Leaning eyes towards the clay.
	And on my stone there where the flowers will lie
	Sleep the growing years of my dusty day
	Gone the time of a heathen child
	To the godly grounds to play.
	Weep the women on a watery leaf
	Caught in browning robe all on my silent breath,
	I come to rise upon the Heaven Heath
	With a timeless child to pray.
	Forget the garden of my graceless youth
	Glimpse the wilting rose in my faded eye
	Slip the shade from my shoulders
	For a cobwebbed lake to catch.
	Bleed your soul for my silvered fate,
	Take the ageing cross to bury days gone by,
	Receive my own into your Heaven Heath
	Toward my waiting bed to lie.

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