[00:00.000] 作词 : Aleks Popov
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Aleks Popov
[00:32.30]The sun descending in the west,
[00:34.68]The evening star does shine;
[00:37.17]The birds are silent in their nest,
[00:39.62]And I must seek for mine.
[00:42.06]The moon, like a flower,
[00:44.81]In heaven's high bower,
[00:47.16]With silent delight
[00:49.60]Sits and smiles on the night.
[00:54.73]Farewell, green fields and happy groves,
[00:57.03]Where flocks have took delight.
[00:59.64]Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves
[01:01.88]The feet of angels bright;
[01:04.43]Unseen they pour blessing,
[01:06.73]And joy without ceasing,
[01:09.33]On each bud and blossom,
[01:12.01]And each sleeping bosom.
[01:16.10]They look in every thoughtless nest,
[01:21.36]Where birds are covered warm;
[01:25.60]They visit caves of every beast,
[01:30.78]To keep them all from harm.
[01:38.17]If they see any weeping
[01:43.32]That should have been sleeping,
[01:48.20]They pour sleep on their head,
[01:53.09]And sit down by their bed.
[02:01.63]When wolves and tigers howl for prey,
[02:04.28]They pitying stand and weep;
[02:06.73]Seeking to drive their thirst away,
[02:09.17]And keep them from the sheep.
[02:11.66]But if they rush dreadful,
[02:13.96]The angels, most heedful,
[02:16.71]Receive each mild spirit,
[02:19.35]New worlds to inherit.
[02:54.23]And there the lion's ruddy eyes
[02:56.33]Shall flow with tears of gold,
[02:58.87]And pitying the tender cries,
[03:01.32]And walking round the fold,
[03:03.82]Saying, 'Wrath, by His meekness,
[03:06.40]And, by His health, sickness
[03:09.05]Is driven away
[03:11.35]From our immortal day.
[03:16.44]'And now beside thee, bleating lamb,
[03:18.94]I can lie down and sleep;
[03:21.42]Or think on Him who bore thy name,
[03:23.57]Graze after thee and weep.
[03:26.17]For, washed in life's river,
[03:28.81]My bright mane for ever
[03:31.32]Shall shine like the gold
[03:33.56]As I guard o'er the fold.'