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Waxwing

	作曲 : Roberts
	Waxwing, waxwing, what do you bring
	From the frozen North?
	Waxwing, waxwing, we've been waiting on you.
	I bring the amber that I have gathered
	On the northern seashore.
	For the hatchlings I have fathered for thee.
	I've been underground where wyverns are bound
	And where gold and jewels are found,
	These I hoarded under my barry-brown wing.
	We have no need, no need of your amber,
	Likewise your gold and your jewels--
	There is no true beauty in things of no use.
	Waxwing, waxwing, my only asking:
	Tether the braces so cruel.
	Keep my young well-feathered and their bellies full.
	And waxwing, waxwing, what will you do,
	When your days of fathering are through,
	When at last grim Death comes a'knocking on you?
	I can do nothing but fly in the wake of my kin.
	I will soar onward undaunted and die on the wing.
	I'll die in the canyon of echoes; you'll still hear me sing,
	And still I will give to you all the things I bring.

	zuò qǔ : Roberts
	Waxwing, waxwing, what do you bring
	From the frozen North?
	Waxwing, waxwing, we' ve been waiting on you.
	I bring the amber that I have gathered
	On the northern seashore.
	For the hatchlings I have fathered for thee.
	I' ve been underground where wyverns are bound
	And where gold and jewels are found,
	These I hoarded under my barrybrown wing.
	We have no need, no need of your amber,
	Likewise your gold and your jewels
	There is no true beauty in things of no use.
	Waxwing, waxwing, my only asking:
	Tether the braces so cruel.
	Keep my young wellfeathered and their bellies full.
	And waxwing, waxwing, what will you do,
	When your days of fathering are through,
	When at last grim Death comes a' knocking on you?
	I can do nothing but fly in the wake of my kin.
	I will soar onward undaunted and die on the wing.
	I' ll die in the canyon of echoes you' ll still hear me sing,
	And still I will give to you all the things I bring.