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  • 作词 : Loreena McKennitt
    作曲 : Loreena McKennitt
    The Stolen Child
    Where dips the rocky highland
    Of Sleuth Wood in the lake
    There lies a leafy island
    Where flapping herons wake
    The drowsy water rats
    There we ve hid our faery vats
    Full of berrys
    And of reddest stolen cherries
    Come away,O human child
    To the waters and the wild
    With a faery,hand in hand
    For the world ’s more full of weeping than you can understand
    Where the wave of moonlight glosses
    The dim gray sands with light
    Far off by furthest Rosses
    We foot it all the night
    Weaving olden dances
    Mingling hands and mingling glances
    Till the moon has taken flight
    To and fro we leap
    And chase the frothy bubbles
    While the world is full of troubles
    And anxious in its sleep
    Come away,O human child
    To the waters and the wild
    With a faery,hand in hand
    For the world ’s more full of weeping than you can understand
    Where the wandering water gushes
    From the hills above Glen-Car
    In pools among the rushes
    That scarce could bathe a star
    We seek for slumbering trout
    And whispering in their ears
    Give them unquiet dreams
    Leaning softly out
    From ferns that drop their tears
    Over the young streams
    Come away,O human child
    To the waters and the wild
    With a faery,hand in hand
    For the world ’s more full of weeping than you can understand
    Away with us he ’s going
    The solemn-eyed
    He ’ll hear no more the lowing
    Of the calves on the warm hillside
    Or the kettle on the hob
    Sing peace into his breast
    Or see the brown mice bob
    Round and round the oatmeal chest
    For he comes,the human child
    To the waters and the wild
    With a faery,hand in hand
    For the world ’s more full of weeping than he can understand
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Loreena McKennitt
    [00:01.000] 作曲 : Loreena McKennitt
    [00:02.420]The Stolen Child
    [00:15.210]Where dips the rocky highland
    [00:18.719]Of Sleuth Wood in the lake
    [00:22.159]There lies a leafy island
    [00:25.550]Where flapping herons wake
    [00:29.348]The drowsy water rats
    [00:32.492]There we ve hid our faery vats
    [00:36.390]Full of berrys
    [00:39.627]And of reddest stolen cherries
    [00:43.428]Come away,O human child
    [00:47.68]To the waters and the wild
    [00:50.613]With a faery,hand in hand
    [00:54.355]For the world ’s more full of weeping than you can understand
    [01:03.253]Where the wave of moonlight glosses
    [01:07.86]The dim gray sands with light
    [01:10.373]Far off by furthest Rosses
    [01:13.668]We foot it all the night
    [01:17.459]Weaving olden dances
    [01:20.691]Mingling hands and mingling glances
    [01:24.282]Till the moon has taken flight
    [01:28.129]To and fro we leap
    [01:31.219]And chase the frothy bubbles
    [01:34.500]While the world is full of troubles
    [01:38.194]And anxious in its sleep
    [01:43.354]Come away,O human child
    [01:46.902]To the waters and the wild
    [01:50.493]With a faery,hand in hand
    [01:54.195]For the world ’s more full of weeping than you can understand
    [02:30.55]Where the wandering water gushes
    [02:33.40]From the hills above Glen-Car
    [02:36.281]In pools among the rushes
    [02:39.464]That scarce could bathe a star
    [02:43.260]We seek for slumbering trout
    [02:46.700]And whispering in their ears
    [02:50.795]Give them unquiet dreams
    [02:54.342]Leaning softly out
    [02:57.324]From ferns that drop their tears
    [03:01.221]Over the young streams
    [03:04.417]Come away,O human child
    [03:08.68]To the waters and the wild
    [03:11.505]With a faery,hand in hand
    [03:15.253]For the world ’s more full of weeping than you can understand
    [03:37.884]Away with us he ’s going
    [03:41.911]The solemn-eyed
    [03:44.314]He ’ll hear no more the lowing
    [03:47.759]Of the calves on the warm hillside
    [03:51.156]Or the kettle on the hob
    [03:54.645]Sing peace into his breast
    [03:58.61]Or see the brown mice bob
    [04:01.603]Round and round the oatmeal chest
    [04:04.943]For he comes,the human child
    [04:08.385]To the waters and the wild
    [04:12.83]With a faery,hand in hand
    [04:16.30]For the world ’s more full of weeping than he can understand