歌曲 | Good King Wenceslas |
歌手 | Loreena McKennitt |
专辑 | A Midwinter Night's Dream |
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[00:-0.49] | Loreena Mckennitt - Good King Wenceslas |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : Neale |
[00:15.84] | |
[00:32.18] | Good King Wenceslas looked out |
[00:35.05] | On the Feast of Stephen |
[00:37.84] | When the snow lay 'round about |
[00:40.75] | Deep and crisp and even |
[00:43.73] | Brightly shone the moon that night |
[00:46.67] | Though the frost was cruel |
[00:49.54] | When a poor man came in sight |
[00:52.59] | Gath'ring winter fuel |
[00:56.47] | |
[00:58.50] | "Hither, page, and stand by me, |
[01:01.38] | If thou know'st it, telling |
[01:04.23] | Yonder peasant, who is he? |
[01:07.09] | Where and what his dwelling?" |
[01:10.21] | "Sire, he lives a good league hence, |
[01:13.05] | Underneath the mountain |
[01:16.08] | Right against the forest fence |
[01:18.81] | By Saint Agnes' fountain." |
[01:23.56] | |
[01:51.23] | "Sire, the night is darker now |
[01:54.09] | And the wind blows stronger |
[01:57.12] | Fails my heart, I know not how |
[01:59.97] | I can go no longer." |
[02:03.03] | "Mark my footsteps, my good page |
[02:05.86] | Tread thou in them boldly |
[02:08.81] | Thou shall find the winter's rage |
[02:11.69] | Freeze thy blood less coldly." |
[02:16.13] | |
[02:17.75] | In his master's step he trod |
[02:20.48] | Where the snow lay dinted |
[02:23.46] | Heat was in the very sod |
[02:26.46] | Which the Saint had printed |
[02:29.32] | Therefore, Christian men, be sure |
[02:32.25] | Wealth or rank possessing |
[02:35.27] | Ye, who now will bless the poor |
[02:38.16] | Shall yourselves find blessing. |
[02:42.95] | |
[03:04.96] | |
[03:14.10] | ≈≈≈END≈≈≈ |
[00:-0.49] | Loreena Mckennitt Good King Wenceslas |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : Neale |
[00:15.84] | |
[00:32.18] | Good King Wenceslas looked out |
[00:35.05] | On the Feast of Stephen |
[00:37.84] | When the snow lay ' round about |
[00:40.75] | Deep and crisp and even |
[00:43.73] | Brightly shone the moon that night |
[00:46.67] | Though the frost was cruel |
[00:49.54] | When a poor man came in sight |
[00:52.59] | Gath' ring winter fuel |
[00:56.47] | |
[00:58.50] | " Hither, page, and stand by me, |
[01:01.38] | If thou know' st it, telling |
[01:04.23] | Yonder peasant, who is he? |
[01:07.09] | Where and what his dwelling?" |
[01:10.21] | " Sire, he lives a good league hence, |
[01:13.05] | Underneath the mountain |
[01:16.08] | Right against the forest fence |
[01:18.81] | By Saint Agnes' fountain." |
[01:23.56] | |
[01:51.23] | " Sire, the night is darker now |
[01:54.09] | And the wind blows stronger |
[01:57.12] | Fails my heart, I know not how |
[01:59.97] | I can go no longer." |
[02:03.03] | " Mark my footsteps, my good page |
[02:05.86] | Tread thou in them boldly |
[02:08.81] | Thou shall find the winter' s rage |
[02:11.69] | Freeze thy blood less coldly." |
[02:16.13] | |
[02:17.75] | In his master' s step he trod |
[02:20.48] | Where the snow lay dinted |
[02:23.46] | Heat was in the very sod |
[02:26.46] | Which the Saint had printed |
[02:29.32] | Therefore, Christian men, be sure |
[02:32.25] | Wealth or rank possessing |
[02:35.27] | Ye, who now will bless the poor |
[02:38.16] | Shall yourselves find blessing. |
[02:42.95] | |
[03:04.96] | |
[03:14.10] | END |
[00:-0.49] | Loreena Mckennitt Good King Wenceslas |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : Neale |
[00:15.84] | |
[00:32.18] | Good King Wenceslas looked out |
[00:35.05] | On the Feast of Stephen |
[00:37.84] | When the snow lay ' round about |
[00:40.75] | Deep and crisp and even |
[00:43.73] | Brightly shone the moon that night |
[00:46.67] | Though the frost was cruel |
[00:49.54] | When a poor man came in sight |
[00:52.59] | Gath' ring winter fuel |
[00:56.47] | |
[00:58.50] | " Hither, page, and stand by me, |
[01:01.38] | If thou know' st it, telling |
[01:04.23] | Yonder peasant, who is he? |
[01:07.09] | Where and what his dwelling?" |
[01:10.21] | " Sire, he lives a good league hence, |
[01:13.05] | Underneath the mountain |
[01:16.08] | Right against the forest fence |
[01:18.81] | By Saint Agnes' fountain." |
[01:23.56] | |
[01:51.23] | " Sire, the night is darker now |
[01:54.09] | And the wind blows stronger |
[01:57.12] | Fails my heart, I know not how |
[01:59.97] | I can go no longer." |
[02:03.03] | " Mark my footsteps, my good page |
[02:05.86] | Tread thou in them boldly |
[02:08.81] | Thou shall find the winter' s rage |
[02:11.69] | Freeze thy blood less coldly." |
[02:16.13] | |
[02:17.75] | In his master' s step he trod |
[02:20.48] | Where the snow lay dinted |
[02:23.46] | Heat was in the very sod |
[02:26.46] | Which the Saint had printed |
[02:29.32] | Therefore, Christian men, be sure |
[02:32.25] | Wealth or rank possessing |
[02:35.27] | Ye, who now will bless the poor |
[02:38.16] | Shall yourselves find blessing. |
[02:42.95] | |
[03:04.96] | |
[03:14.10] | END |