Sonnet 3 (The Cold Is Here) 歌词

	作词 : Roberts
	The cold is here, the woods are full of snow
	The river with its crusted banks of ice
	Bespeak of winter drownings long ago
	The chest pressed tightly, as though in a vise
	The birds have flown away to warmer climes
	The mammals in their caves to hibernate
	The summer seems a lost and gentle time
	When grass grew up against the swinging gate
	The children's cheeks have turned a rosy red
	The wealthy are beside their fires, warm
	And then there's he who is without a bed
	In which to lay and ride the raging storm
	And in the graveyard, cold old bones do lie
	And far above, the stars light up the sky

	zuo ci : Roberts
	The cold is here, the woods are full of snow
	The river with its crusted banks of ice
	Bespeak of winter drownings long ago
	The chest pressed tightly, as though in a vise
	The birds have flown away to warmer climes
	The mammals in their caves to hibernate
	The summer seems a lost and gentle time
	When grass grew up against the swinging gate
	The children' s cheeks have turned a rosy red
	The wealthy are beside their fires, warm
	And then there' s he who is without a bed
	In which to lay and ride the raging storm
	And in the graveyard, cold old bones do lie
	And far above, the stars light up the sky

	zuò cí : Roberts
	The cold is here, the woods are full of snow
	The river with its crusted banks of ice
	Bespeak of winter drownings long ago
	The chest pressed tightly, as though in a vise
	The birds have flown away to warmer climes
	The mammals in their caves to hibernate
	The summer seems a lost and gentle time
	When grass grew up against the swinging gate
	The children' s cheeks have turned a rosy red
	The wealthy are beside their fires, warm
	And then there' s he who is without a bed
	In which to lay and ride the raging storm
	And in the graveyard, cold old bones do lie
	And far above, the stars light up the sky

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