Christmas At Sea 歌词

	作曲 : Sting/Mary Macmaster
	作词 : Robert Louis Stevenson
	All day we fought the tides between the
	NorthHead and the
	South,All day we hauled the frozen sheets to scape thestorm’s wet mouth,
	All day as cold as charity, in bitter pain anddread,
	For very life and nature we tacked from headto head.
	We gave the
	South a wider berth, for there thetide-race roared;
	But every tack we made we brought the
	NorthHead close aboard:
	We saw the cliffs and houses and the breakersrunning high,
	And the coastguard in his garden, his glassagainst his eye.
	The frost was on the village roofs as white asocean foam;
	The good red fi res were burning bright in every’long-shore home;
	The windows sparkled clear and the chimneysvolleyed out;
	And I vow we sniffed the victuals as the vesselwent about.
	The bells upon the church were rung with amighty jovial cheer;
	For it’s just that
	I should tell you how (of all daysin the year)
	This day of our adversity was blessed
	Christmasmorn,
	And the house above the coastguard’s was thehouse where
	I was born.
	And well I knew the talk they had, the talk thatwas of me,
	Of the shadow on the household and the son thatwent to sea;
	And, oh, the wicked fool
	I seemed, in every kindof way,
	To be here and hauling frozen ropes on blessed
	Christmas
	Day.

	zuo qu : Sting Mary Macmaster
	zuo ci : Robert Louis Stevenson
	All day we fought the tides between the
	NorthHead and the
	South, All day we hauled the frozen sheets to scape thestorm' s wet mouth,
	All day as cold as charity, in bitter pain anddread,
	For very life and nature we tacked from headto head.
	We gave the
	South a wider berth, for there thetiderace roared
	But every tack we made we brought the
	NorthHead close aboard:
	We saw the cliffs and houses and the breakersrunning high,
	And the coastguard in his garden, his glassagainst his eye.
	The frost was on the village roofs as white asocean foam
	The good red fi res were burning bright in every' longshore home
	The windows sparkled clear and the chimneysvolleyed out
	And I vow we sniffed the victuals as the vesselwent about.
	The bells upon the church were rung with amighty jovial cheer
	For it' s just that
	I should tell you how of all daysin the year
	This day of our adversity was blessed
	Christmasmorn,
	And the house above the coastguard' s was thehouse where
	I was born.
	And well I knew the talk they had, the talk thatwas of me,
	Of the shadow on the household and the son thatwent to sea
	And, oh, the wicked fool
	I seemed, in every kindof way,
	To be here and hauling frozen ropes on blessed
	Christmas
	Day.

	zuò qǔ : Sting Mary Macmaster
	zuò cí : Robert Louis Stevenson
	All day we fought the tides between the
	NorthHead and the
	South, All day we hauled the frozen sheets to scape thestorm' s wet mouth,
	All day as cold as charity, in bitter pain anddread,
	For very life and nature we tacked from headto head.
	We gave the
	South a wider berth, for there thetiderace roared
	But every tack we made we brought the
	NorthHead close aboard:
	We saw the cliffs and houses and the breakersrunning high,
	And the coastguard in his garden, his glassagainst his eye.
	The frost was on the village roofs as white asocean foam
	The good red fi res were burning bright in every' longshore home
	The windows sparkled clear and the chimneysvolleyed out
	And I vow we sniffed the victuals as the vesselwent about.
	The bells upon the church were rung with amighty jovial cheer
	For it' s just that
	I should tell you how of all daysin the year
	This day of our adversity was blessed
	Christmasmorn,
	And the house above the coastguard' s was thehouse where
	I was born.
	And well I knew the talk they had, the talk thatwas of me,
	Of the shadow on the household and the son thatwent to sea
	And, oh, the wicked fool
	I seemed, in every kindof way,
	To be here and hauling frozen ropes on blessed
	Christmas
	Day.

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