| 歌曲 | Winter It Is Past |
| 歌手 | Eddi Reader |
| 专辑 | Eddi Reader Sings the Songs of Robert Burns |
| 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. |
| 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. |