歌曲 | When We Two Parted By Lord Byron |
歌手 | Elijah's Mantle |
专辑 | Soul of Romanticism |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
---- George Gordon,Lord Byron | |
In silence and tears, | |
Half broken-hearted, | |
To sever for years, | |
Pale grew thy cheek and cold, | |
Colder thy kiss; | |
Truly that hour foretold | |
Sorrow to this! | |
The dew of the morning | |
Sunk chill on my brow; | |
It felt like the warning | |
Of what I feel now. | |
Thy vows are all broken, | |
And light is thy fame: | |
I hear thy name spoken | |
And share in its shame. | |
They name thee before me, | |
A knell to mine ear; | |
A shudder comes o'er me - | |
Why wert thou so dear? | |
They know not I knew thee | |
Who knew thee too well: | |
Long, long shall I rue thee | |
Too deeply to tell. | |
In secret we met: | |
In silence I grieve | |
That thy heart could forget, | |
Thy spirit deceive. | |
If I should meet thee | |
After long years, | |
How should I greet thee? - | |
With silence and tears. |
George Gordon, Lord Byron | |
In silence and tears, | |
Half brokenhearted, | |
To sever for years, | |
Pale grew thy cheek and cold, | |
Colder thy kiss | |
Truly that hour foretold | |
Sorrow to this! | |
The dew of the morning | |
Sunk chill on my brow | |
It felt like the warning | |
Of what I feel now. | |
Thy vows are all broken, | |
And light is thy fame: | |
I hear thy name spoken | |
And share in its shame. | |
They name thee before me, | |
A knell to mine ear | |
A shudder comes o' er me | |
Why wert thou so dear? | |
They know not I knew thee | |
Who knew thee too well: | |
Long, long shall I rue thee | |
Too deeply to tell. | |
In secret we met: | |
In silence I grieve | |
That thy heart could forget, | |
Thy spirit deceive. | |
If I should meet thee | |
After long years, | |
How should I greet thee? | |
With silence and tears. |
George Gordon, Lord Byron | |
In silence and tears, | |
Half brokenhearted, | |
To sever for years, | |
Pale grew thy cheek and cold, | |
Colder thy kiss | |
Truly that hour foretold | |
Sorrow to this! | |
The dew of the morning | |
Sunk chill on my brow | |
It felt like the warning | |
Of what I feel now. | |
Thy vows are all broken, | |
And light is thy fame: | |
I hear thy name spoken | |
And share in its shame. | |
They name thee before me, | |
A knell to mine ear | |
A shudder comes o' er me | |
Why wert thou so dear? | |
They know not I knew thee | |
Who knew thee too well: | |
Long, long shall I rue thee | |
Too deeply to tell. | |
In secret we met: | |
In silence I grieve | |
That thy heart could forget, | |
Thy spirit deceive. | |
If I should meet thee | |
After long years, | |
How should I greet thee? | |
With silence and tears. |