The Hosting of the Shee 歌词
| 歌曲 | The Hosting of the Shee |
| 歌手 | The Waterboys |
| 专辑 | An Appointment with Mr Yeats |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : W.B. Yeats | |
| Scott-Yeats | |
| The host is riding from Knocknarea | |
| And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare | |
| Caoilte tossing his burning hair | |
| And Niamh calling : 'Away, come away' | |
| 'Away, come away, away, away'. | |
| The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round | |
| Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound | |
| Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam | |
| Empty your heart of its mortal dream. | |
| The host is riding from Knocknarea | |
| And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare | |
| Caoilte tossing his burning hair | |
| And Niamh calling : 'Away, come away' | |
| 'Away, come away, away, away'. | |
| Our armsa-wave, our lips are apart | |
| And if anything gaze on our rushing band | |
| We come between him and the hope of his heart | |
| We come between him and the deed of his hand. | |
| The host is riding from Knocknarea | |
| And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare | |
| Caoilte tossing his burning hair | |
| And Niamh calling : 'Away, come away' | |
| 'Away, come away, away, away, away, away …'. |
| zuo ci : W. B. Yeats | |
| ScottYeats | |
| The host is riding from Knocknarea | |
| And over the grave of CloothnaBare | |
| Caoilte tossing his burning hair | |
| And Niamh calling nbsp: ' Away, come away' | |
| ' Away, come away, away, away'. | |
| The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round | |
| Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound | |
| Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam | |
| Empty your heart of its mortal dream. | |
| The host is riding from Knocknarea | |
| And over the grave of CloothnaBare | |
| Caoilte tossing his burning hair | |
| And Niamh calling nbsp: ' Away, come away' | |
| ' Away, come away, away, away'. | |
| Our armsawave, our lips are apart | |
| And if anything gaze on our rushing band | |
| We come between him and the hope of his heart | |
| We come between him and the deed of his hand. | |
| The host is riding from Knocknarea | |
| And over the grave of CloothnaBare | |
| Caoilte tossing his burning hair | |
| And Niamh calling nbsp: ' Away, come away' | |
| ' Away, come away, away, away, away, away '. |
| zuò cí : W. B. Yeats | |
| ScottYeats | |
| The host is riding from Knocknarea | |
| And over the grave of CloothnaBare | |
| Caoilte tossing his burning hair | |
| And Niamh calling nbsp: ' Away, come away' | |
| ' Away, come away, away, away'. | |
| The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round | |
| Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound | |
| Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are agleam | |
| Empty your heart of its mortal dream. | |
| The host is riding from Knocknarea | |
| And over the grave of CloothnaBare | |
| Caoilte tossing his burning hair | |
| And Niamh calling nbsp: ' Away, come away' | |
| ' Away, come away, away, away'. | |
| Our armsawave, our lips are apart | |
| And if anything gaze on our rushing band | |
| We come between him and the hope of his heart | |
| We come between him and the deed of his hand. | |
| The host is riding from Knocknarea | |
| And over the grave of CloothnaBare | |
| Caoilte tossing his burning hair | |
| And Niamh calling nbsp: ' Away, come away' | |
| ' Away, come away, away, away, away, away '. |
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