歌曲 | Foolish Shepherd |
歌手 | Don Francisco |
专辑 | Vision Of The Valley |
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作曲 : Francisco | |
The vision came unbidden, at an unexpected pass | |
Where the winds of change blew colder | |
Whippin' snow that cut like glass | |
But like an old man in regret | |
For foolish sins and wasted youth | |
The scene that lay before me | |
Had no beauty save its truth | |
For the wind came down the mountains | |
Never slowing, never still | |
And the sheep were scattered shepherdless, | |
Alone across the hills | |
They were prey to every beast that roamed, | |
And entrapped by every curse | |
And they stumbled in their sickness, | |
In their weakness and their thirst | |
Below them in the valley, | |
The polluted waters flowed | |
Where the shepherds that were hirelings | |
Sat and argued what was owed | |
And the ambitious and abusive bragged | |
And they boasted on their might | |
And their profits from the slaughter | |
Of the ones who could not fight | |
And the wind just kept on howling, | |
As I cried, "Oh Lord, how long | |
Will your people be the victims | |
Of the ruthless, proud and strong?" | |
And at once there came an answer | |
In the quiet of my soul | |
"The time has come for judgement | |
And to make the wounded whole" | |
"For my heart is still a shepherd's heart | |
I know each one by name | |
The ragged and the beautiful, | |
The healthy and the lame | |
And I myself will lead them out, | |
And I'll feed them on the best | |
In pastures by still waters | |
In a place of peace and rest | |
O, but woe unto the shepherds | |
Who abuse my sheep and kill | |
With harshness and severity | |
You've bent them to your will | |
And today I am against you | |
As I take them from your hand- | |
When the fire of judgement comes | |
The stubble will not stand!" | |
Then darkness filled the valley | |
And I saw it take up form | |
Screaming winds and fire and lightning | |
More than any earthly storm | |
Where it passed were no survivors | |
For the land was cleansed and bare | |
But the streams flowed clear and purified | |
And the grass grew green and fair | |
I saw a man come walking | |
And his heart glowed like a flame | |
All the sheep began to run to him, | |
And he called each one by name | |
He spoke to them in gentle words | |
And he soothed their fearful minds | |
And he healed the brokenhearted | |
And the crippled, sick and blind | |
Then many others like him, | |
All with hearts that glowed the same | |
That before I hadn't noticed, | |
From the farms and fields they came | |
They weren't famous wise or noble | |
But they spoke a common word | |
A word the flock could recognize | |
And follow when they heard | |
They led them in green pastures, | |
By still waters in the light | |
Standing guard against the wolves | |
And other creatures of the night | |
Going out into the mountains | |
In the darkness and the cold | |
Bringing back the lost and wounded | |
To the safety of the fold | |
And the news went out around the world | |
In every street and town | |
That something wonderful was here, | |
That heaven had come down | |
And millions gave their hearts in trust | |
That long had been betrayed | |
And the bride at last was ready, | |
And the trumpet call was made | |
And the news went out around the world | |
In every street and town | |
That something wonderful was here, | |
That heaven had come down | |
And millions gave their hearts in trust | |
That long had been betrayed | |
And the bride at last was ready, | |
And the trumpet call was made |
zuo qu : Francisco | |
The vision came unbidden, at an unexpected pass | |
Where the winds of change blew colder | |
Whippin' snow that cut like glass | |
But like an old man in regret | |
For foolish sins and wasted youth | |
The scene that lay before me | |
Had no beauty save its truth | |
For the wind came down the mountains | |
Never slowing, never still | |
And the sheep were scattered shepherdless, | |
Alone across the hills | |
They were prey to every beast that roamed, | |
And entrapped by every curse | |
And they stumbled in their sickness, | |
In their weakness and their thirst | |
Below them in the valley, | |
The polluted waters flowed | |
Where the shepherds that were hirelings | |
Sat and argued what was owed | |
And the ambitious and abusive bragged | |
And they boasted on their might | |
And their profits from the slaughter | |
Of the ones who could not fight | |
And the wind just kept on howling, | |
As I cried, " Oh Lord, how long | |
Will your people be the victims | |
Of the ruthless, proud and strong?" | |
And at once there came an answer | |
In the quiet of my soul | |
" The time has come for judgement | |
And to make the wounded whole" | |
" For my heart is still a shepherd' s heart | |
I know each one by name | |
The ragged and the beautiful, | |
The healthy and the lame | |
And I myself will lead them out, | |
And I' ll feed them on the best | |
In pastures by still waters | |
In a place of peace and rest | |
O, but woe unto the shepherds | |
Who abuse my sheep and kill | |
With harshness and severity | |
You' ve bent them to your will | |
And today I am against you | |
As I take them from your hand | |
When the fire of judgement comes | |
The stubble will not stand!" | |
Then darkness filled the valley | |
And I saw it take up form | |
Screaming winds and fire and lightning | |
More than any earthly storm | |
Where it passed were no survivors | |
For the land was cleansed and bare | |
But the streams flowed clear and purified | |
And the grass grew green and fair | |
I saw a man come walking | |
And his heart glowed like a flame | |
All the sheep began to run to him, | |
And he called each one by name | |
He spoke to them in gentle words | |
And he soothed their fearful minds | |
And he healed the brokenhearted | |
And the crippled, sick and blind | |
Then many others like him, | |
All with hearts that glowed the same | |
That before I hadn' t noticed, | |
From the farms and fields they came | |
They weren' t famous wise or noble | |
But they spoke a common word | |
A word the flock could recognize | |
And follow when they heard | |
They led them in green pastures, | |
By still waters in the light | |
Standing guard against the wolves | |
And other creatures of the night | |
Going out into the mountains | |
In the darkness and the cold | |
Bringing back the lost and wounded | |
To the safety of the fold | |
And the news went out around the world | |
In every street and town | |
That something wonderful was here, | |
That heaven had come down | |
And millions gave their hearts in trust | |
That long had been betrayed | |
And the bride at last was ready, | |
And the trumpet call was made | |
And the news went out around the world | |
In every street and town | |
That something wonderful was here, | |
That heaven had come down | |
And millions gave their hearts in trust | |
That long had been betrayed | |
And the bride at last was ready, | |
And the trumpet call was made |
zuò qǔ : Francisco | |
The vision came unbidden, at an unexpected pass | |
Where the winds of change blew colder | |
Whippin' snow that cut like glass | |
But like an old man in regret | |
For foolish sins and wasted youth | |
The scene that lay before me | |
Had no beauty save its truth | |
For the wind came down the mountains | |
Never slowing, never still | |
And the sheep were scattered shepherdless, | |
Alone across the hills | |
They were prey to every beast that roamed, | |
And entrapped by every curse | |
And they stumbled in their sickness, | |
In their weakness and their thirst | |
Below them in the valley, | |
The polluted waters flowed | |
Where the shepherds that were hirelings | |
Sat and argued what was owed | |
And the ambitious and abusive bragged | |
And they boasted on their might | |
And their profits from the slaughter | |
Of the ones who could not fight | |
And the wind just kept on howling, | |
As I cried, " Oh Lord, how long | |
Will your people be the victims | |
Of the ruthless, proud and strong?" | |
And at once there came an answer | |
In the quiet of my soul | |
" The time has come for judgement | |
And to make the wounded whole" | |
" For my heart is still a shepherd' s heart | |
I know each one by name | |
The ragged and the beautiful, | |
The healthy and the lame | |
And I myself will lead them out, | |
And I' ll feed them on the best | |
In pastures by still waters | |
In a place of peace and rest | |
O, but woe unto the shepherds | |
Who abuse my sheep and kill | |
With harshness and severity | |
You' ve bent them to your will | |
And today I am against you | |
As I take them from your hand | |
When the fire of judgement comes | |
The stubble will not stand!" | |
Then darkness filled the valley | |
And I saw it take up form | |
Screaming winds and fire and lightning | |
More than any earthly storm | |
Where it passed were no survivors | |
For the land was cleansed and bare | |
But the streams flowed clear and purified | |
And the grass grew green and fair | |
I saw a man come walking | |
And his heart glowed like a flame | |
All the sheep began to run to him, | |
And he called each one by name | |
He spoke to them in gentle words | |
And he soothed their fearful minds | |
And he healed the brokenhearted | |
And the crippled, sick and blind | |
Then many others like him, | |
All with hearts that glowed the same | |
That before I hadn' t noticed, | |
From the farms and fields they came | |
They weren' t famous wise or noble | |
But they spoke a common word | |
A word the flock could recognize | |
And follow when they heard | |
They led them in green pastures, | |
By still waters in the light | |
Standing guard against the wolves | |
And other creatures of the night | |
Going out into the mountains | |
In the darkness and the cold | |
Bringing back the lost and wounded | |
To the safety of the fold | |
And the news went out around the world | |
In every street and town | |
That something wonderful was here, | |
That heaven had come down | |
And millions gave their hearts in trust | |
That long had been betrayed | |
And the bride at last was ready, | |
And the trumpet call was made | |
And the news went out around the world | |
In every street and town | |
That something wonderful was here, | |
That heaven had come down | |
And millions gave their hearts in trust | |
That long had been betrayed | |
And the bride at last was ready, | |
And the trumpet call was made |