| 歌曲 | The Burning Babe |
| 歌手 | Sting |
| 专辑 | If On A Winter's Night |
| 作曲 : Chris Wood | |
| 作词 : Robert Southwell | |
| As I in hoary winter's night | |
| Stood shivering in the snow, | |
| Surprised | |
| I was with sudden heat | |
| Which made my heart to glow; | |
| And lifting up a fearful eye | |
| To view what fire was near, | |
| A pretty babe all burning bright | |
| Did in the air appear; | |
| Who, scorched with excessive heat, | |
| Such floods of tears did shed, | |
| As though | |
| His floods should quench | |
| His flames, | |
| Which with | |
| His tears were bred:' | |
| Alas!' quoth | |
| He, 'but newly born | |
| In fiery heats | |
| I fry,Yet none approach to warm their hearts | |
| Or feel my fire but | |
| I!'My faultless breast the furnace is; | |
| The fuel, wounding thorns; | |
| Love is the fire, and sighs the smoke; | |
| The ashes, shames and scorns; | |
| The fuel Justice layeth on, | |
| And Mercy blows the coals, | |
| The metal in this furnace wrought | |
| Are men's defiled souls: | |
| For which, as now on fire | |
| I amTo work them to their good, | |
| So will I melt into a bath, | |
| To wash them in my blood.' | |
| With this | |
| He vanish'd out of sight | |
| And swiftly shrunk away, | |
| And straight | |
| I called unto mind | |
| That it was | |
| Christmas | |
| Day. |
| zuò qǔ : Chris Wood | |
| zuò cí : Robert Southwell | |
| As I in hoary winter' s night | |
| Stood shivering in the snow, | |
| Surprised | |
| I was with sudden heat | |
| Which made my heart to glow | |
| And lifting up a fearful eye | |
| To view what fire was near, | |
| A pretty babe all burning bright | |
| Did in the air appear | |
| Who, scorched with excessive heat, | |
| Such floods of tears did shed, | |
| As though | |
| His floods should quench | |
| His flames, | |
| Which with | |
| His tears were bred:' | |
| Alas!' quoth | |
| He, ' but newly born | |
| In fiery heats | |
| I fry, Yet none approach to warm their hearts | |
| Or feel my fire but | |
| I!' My faultless breast the furnace is | |
| The fuel, wounding thorns | |
| Love is the fire, and sighs the smoke | |
| The ashes, shames and scorns | |
| The fuel Justice layeth on, | |
| And Mercy blows the coals, | |
| The metal in this furnace wrought | |
| Are men' s defiled souls: | |
| For which, as now on fire | |
| I amTo work them to their good, | |
| So will I melt into a bath, | |
| To wash them in my blood.' | |
| With this | |
| He vanish' d out of sight | |
| And swiftly shrunk away, | |
| And straight | |
| I called unto mind | |
| That it was | |
| Christmas | |
| Day. |