The Reaper And The Flowers 歌词

	作曲 : Azam Ali
	作词 : Henry W. Longfellow
	There is a reaper, whose name is Death
	And, with his sickle keen
	He reaps the bearded grain at a breath
	And the flowers that grow between (2x)
	"Shall I have naught that is fair?", saith he
	"Have naught but the bearded grain?
	Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me
	I will give them all back again."
	He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes
	He kissed their drooping leaves;
	It was for the lord of paradise
	He bound them in his sheaves
	"My Lord has need of these flowerets gay",
	The Reaper said and smiled;
	"Dear tokens of the earth are they
	Where he was once a child
	They shall all bloom in fields of light
	Transplanted by my care
	And saints, upon their garments white,
	These sacred blossoms wear."
	And the mother gave, in tears and pain,
	The flowers she most did love
	She knew she would find them all again
	In the fields of light above
	Oh, not in cruelty, not in wrath
	The Reaper came that day
	'twas an angel visited the green earth
	And took the flowers away
	'twas an angel visited the green earth
	And took the flowers away...

	zuo qu : Azam Ali
	zuo ci : Henry W. Longfellow
	There is a reaper, whose name is Death
	And, with his sickle keen
	He reaps the bearded grain at a breath
	And the flowers that grow between 2x
	" Shall I have naught that is fair?", saith he
	" Have naught but the bearded grain?
	Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me
	I will give them all back again."
	He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes
	He kissed their drooping leaves
	It was for the lord of paradise
	He bound them in his sheaves
	" My Lord has need of these flowerets gay",
	The Reaper said and smiled
	" Dear tokens of the earth are they
	Where he was once a child
	They shall all bloom in fields of light
	Transplanted by my care
	And saints, upon their garments white,
	These sacred blossoms wear."
	And the mother gave, in tears and pain,
	The flowers she most did love
	She knew she would find them all again
	In the fields of light above
	Oh, not in cruelty, not in wrath
	The Reaper came that day
	' twas an angel visited the green earth
	And took the flowers away
	' twas an angel visited the green earth
	And took the flowers away...

	zuò qǔ : Azam Ali
	zuò cí : Henry W. Longfellow
	There is a reaper, whose name is Death
	And, with his sickle keen
	He reaps the bearded grain at a breath
	And the flowers that grow between 2x
	" Shall I have naught that is fair?", saith he
	" Have naught but the bearded grain?
	Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me
	I will give them all back again."
	He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes
	He kissed their drooping leaves
	It was for the lord of paradise
	He bound them in his sheaves
	" My Lord has need of these flowerets gay",
	The Reaper said and smiled
	" Dear tokens of the earth are they
	Where he was once a child
	They shall all bloom in fields of light
	Transplanted by my care
	And saints, upon their garments white,
	These sacred blossoms wear."
	And the mother gave, in tears and pain,
	The flowers she most did love
	She knew she would find them all again
	In the fields of light above
	Oh, not in cruelty, not in wrath
	The Reaper came that day
	' twas an angel visited the green earth
	And took the flowers away
	' twas an angel visited the green earth
	And took the flowers away...

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