歌曲 | Winter It Is Past |
歌手 | Eddi Reader |
专辑 | Eddi Reader Sings the Songs of Robert Burns |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Traditional | |
The winter it is past, and the summer comes at last, | |
And the small birds are singing in the trees | |
Now everything is glad, oh but I am very sad, | |
For my true love is parted from me. | |
The rose upon the briar by the water running clear | |
May have charms for the linnet and the bee | |
Their little loves are blest, ah their little hearts at rest, | |
But my true love is parted from me | |
And all you who are in love, and cannot it remove, | |
I pity all the pains that you endure, | |
For experience lets me know that your hearts are full of woe, | |
It's a woe that no mortal can cure. | |
My love is like the sun and the firmament does run | |
Forever is constant and true | |
But his is like the moon, it wanders up and doon, | |
And is every month changing anew. | |
The winter it is past, and the summer comes at last, | |
And the small birds are singing in the trees | |
Their little loves are blest, ah their little hearts at rest, | |
But my true love is parted away from me | |
My true love is far away from me. |
zuo ci : Traditional | |
The winter it is past, and the summer comes at last, | |
And the small birds are singing in the trees | |
Now everything is glad, oh but I am very sad, | |
For my true love is parted from me. | |
The rose upon the briar by the water running clear | |
May have charms for the linnet and the bee | |
Their little loves are blest, ah their little hearts at rest, | |
But my true love is parted from me | |
And all you who are in love, and cannot it remove, | |
I pity all the pains that you endure, | |
For experience lets me know that your hearts are full of woe, | |
It' s a woe that no mortal can cure. | |
My love is like the sun and the firmament does run | |
Forever is constant and true | |
But his is like the moon, it wanders up and doon, | |
And is every month changing anew. | |
The winter it is past, and the summer comes at last, | |
And the small birds are singing in the trees | |
Their little loves are blest, ah their little hearts at rest, | |
But my true love is parted away from me | |
My true love is far away from me. |
zuò cí : Traditional | |
The winter it is past, and the summer comes at last, | |
And the small birds are singing in the trees | |
Now everything is glad, oh but I am very sad, | |
For my true love is parted from me. | |
The rose upon the briar by the water running clear | |
May have charms for the linnet and the bee | |
Their little loves are blest, ah their little hearts at rest, | |
But my true love is parted from me | |
And all you who are in love, and cannot it remove, | |
I pity all the pains that you endure, | |
For experience lets me know that your hearts are full of woe, | |
It' s a woe that no mortal can cure. | |
My love is like the sun and the firmament does run | |
Forever is constant and true | |
But his is like the moon, it wanders up and doon, | |
And is every month changing anew. | |
The winter it is past, and the summer comes at last, | |
And the small birds are singing in the trees | |
Their little loves are blest, ah their little hearts at rest, | |
But my true love is parted away from me | |
My true love is far away from me. |