歌曲 | Silver Ships of Andilar |
歌手 | Townes Van Zandt |
专辑 | The Late Great Townes Van Zandt |
作词 : Van Zandt | |
By townes van zandt | |
Of those that sailed the silver ships | |
From andilar i am the last | |
The deeds that rang our youthful dreams | |
It seems shall go undone | |
North for the shores of valinor | |
Our bows and crimson sails were made | |
Our captains were strong, our lances long | |
And our liege the holy king | |
The hills did turn from green to blue | |
And vanish as on the decks we watched | |
But every thought in that noble company | |
Was forward bound | |
To the lifeless plains of valinor | |
Where reigns the dark and frozen one | |
And with tongues afire and glorious eyes | |
We pledged our mission be | |
The clime from mild to bitter ran | |
The wind from fair to fierce did blow | |
Oath and prayer did turn to thoughts | |
Of homes left far behind | |
Longed every man for some glimpse of land | |
And the host that did await us there | |
But each new day brought only a sea | |
And sky of ice and gray | |
Thanks give no word can drag you through | |
Those endless weeks our ships did roll | |
Thanks give you cannot see those sails | |
And faces bleach and draw | |
Ice we drank and leather did chew | |
For the oceans are unwholesome there | |
The dead that slid into the seas | |
Did freeze before our eyes | |
Then a wind did fling the ships apart | |
Each one to go her separate way | |
The sky did howl, the hull did groan | |
For how long i do not know | |
And what men were left when the winds had ceased | |
Grew dull and low of countenance | |
For soldiers denied their battle plain | |
On comrades soon must turn | |
So one by one we died alone | |
Some by hunger, some by steel | |
Bodies froze where they did fall | |
Their souls unsanctified | |
Until only another and i were left | |
Then just before his flame did fail | |
We shone ourselves brothers-in-arms | |
To serve the holy king | |
Perhaps this shall reach andilar | |
Although i know not how it can | |
For once again he's hurled his wind | |
Upon the silver prow | |
But if it should my words are these | |
Arise young men fine ships to build | |
And set them north for valinor | |
'neath standards proud as fire |
zuò cí : Van Zandt | |
By townes van zandt | |
Of those that sailed the silver ships | |
From andilar i am the last | |
The deeds that rang our youthful dreams | |
It seems shall go undone | |
North for the shores of valinor | |
Our bows and crimson sails were made | |
Our captains were strong, our lances long | |
And our liege the holy king | |
The hills did turn from green to blue | |
And vanish as on the decks we watched | |
But every thought in that noble company | |
Was forward bound | |
To the lifeless plains of valinor | |
Where reigns the dark and frozen one | |
And with tongues afire and glorious eyes | |
We pledged our mission be | |
The clime from mild to bitter ran | |
The wind from fair to fierce did blow | |
Oath and prayer did turn to thoughts | |
Of homes left far behind | |
Longed every man for some glimpse of land | |
And the host that did await us there | |
But each new day brought only a sea | |
And sky of ice and gray | |
Thanks give no word can drag you through | |
Those endless weeks our ships did roll | |
Thanks give you cannot see those sails | |
And faces bleach and draw | |
Ice we drank and leather did chew | |
For the oceans are unwholesome there | |
The dead that slid into the seas | |
Did freeze before our eyes | |
Then a wind did fling the ships apart | |
Each one to go her separate way | |
The sky did howl, the hull did groan | |
For how long i do not know | |
And what men were left when the winds had ceased | |
Grew dull and low of countenance | |
For soldiers denied their battle plain | |
On comrades soon must turn | |
So one by one we died alone | |
Some by hunger, some by steel | |
Bodies froze where they did fall | |
Their souls unsanctified | |
Until only another and i were left | |
Then just before his flame did fail | |
We shone ourselves brothersinarms | |
To serve the holy king | |
Perhaps this shall reach andilar | |
Although i know not how it can | |
For once again he' s hurled his wind | |
Upon the silver prow | |
But if it should my words are these | |
Arise young men fine ships to build | |
And set them north for valinor | |
' neath standards proud as fire |