歌曲 | Farewell Sorrow |
歌手 | Alasdair Roberts |
专辑 | Farewell Sorrow |
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作曲 : Roberts | |
Raise me high, raise me high, | |
That I may see my fallen kindred seated. | |
Who met with death upon the battlefield, | |
Who, in the end, fell and were defeated. | |
And the way they were tricked by death, | |
Betrayed, betrayed, leveled and mistreated. | |
I've stuck a knife in a man for less, | |
But Death is not so easily defeated. | |
And you can pray, pray and pray for Life. | |
But know my friend, my dearest friend, please know this, | |
That Life is but Death's own right-hand man. | |
In every piece of his own left-hand business. | |
So, arm in arm, we'll run toward that pair | |
And, we as they, join them double-threaded | |
And, arms flung wide, we'll run towards that pair | |
And never fear that which once we dreaded. |
zuo qu : Roberts | |
Raise me high, raise me high, | |
That I may see my fallen kindred seated. | |
Who met with death upon the battlefield, | |
Who, in the end, fell and were defeated. | |
And the way they were tricked by death, | |
Betrayed, betrayed, leveled and mistreated. | |
I' ve stuck a knife in a man for less, | |
But Death is not so easily defeated. | |
And you can pray, pray and pray for Life. | |
But know my friend, my dearest friend, please know this, | |
That Life is but Death' s own righthand man. | |
In every piece of his own lefthand business. | |
So, arm in arm, we' ll run toward that pair | |
And, we as they, join them doublethreaded | |
And, arms flung wide, we' ll run towards that pair | |
And never fear that which once we dreaded. |
zuò qǔ : Roberts | |
Raise me high, raise me high, | |
That I may see my fallen kindred seated. | |
Who met with death upon the battlefield, | |
Who, in the end, fell and were defeated. | |
And the way they were tricked by death, | |
Betrayed, betrayed, leveled and mistreated. | |
I' ve stuck a knife in a man for less, | |
But Death is not so easily defeated. | |
And you can pray, pray and pray for Life. | |
But know my friend, my dearest friend, please know this, | |
That Life is but Death' s own righthand man. | |
In every piece of his own lefthand business. | |
So, arm in arm, we' ll run toward that pair | |
And, we as they, join them doublethreaded | |
And, arms flung wide, we' ll run towards that pair | |
And never fear that which once we dreaded. |