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Sweet Afton

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  • 作词 : Robert Burns
    作曲 : Chris Thile
    Flow gently, sweet Afton,
    among thy green braes
    Flow gently,
    I'll sing thee a song in thy praise

    My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream

    Flow gently, sweet Afton,
    disturb not her dream

    Thou stock dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen

    Ye wild whistly blackbirds in yon thorny den

    Thou green crested lapwing,
    thy screaming forbear
    I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair
    Oh, how lofty, sweet Afton,
    thy neighboring hills
    Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills

    There daily I wander as noon rises high, oooh

    My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye

    How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below

    Where, wild in the woodlands,
    the primroses blow

    There oft, as mild evening sweeps over the lea

    The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me

    Thy crystal stream, Afton,
    how lovely it glides

    And winds by the cot where my Mary resides

    How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave

    As, gathering sweet flowerets,
    she stems thy clear wave

    Flow gently, sweet Afton,
    among thy green braes
    Flow gently, sweet river,
    the theme of my lays
    My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream

    So flow gently, sweet Afton,
    disturb not her dreams
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Robert Burns
    [00:01.000] 作曲 : Chris Thile
    [00:34.58]Flow gently, sweet Afton,
    [00:38.33]among thy green braes
    [00:43.02]Flow gently,
    [00:44.71]I'll sing thee a song in thy praise
    [00:50.65]
    [00:51.46]My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream
    [00:59.33]
    [01:00.27]Flow gently, sweet Afton,
    [01:04.08]disturb not her dream
    [01:07.24]
    [01:25.86]Thou stock dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen
    [01:33.17]
    [01:34.11]Ye wild whistly blackbirds in yon thorny den
    [01:41.99]
    [01:43.30]Thou green crested lapwing,
    [01:46.74]thy screaming forbear
    [01:51.61]I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair
    [02:00.30]Oh, how lofty, sweet Afton,
    [02:04.68]thy neighboring hills
    [02:09.74]Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills
    [02:17.30]
    [02:18.67]There daily I wander as noon rises high, oooh
    [02:30.56]
    [02:31.07]My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye
    [02:40.06]
    [03:15.06]How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below
    [03:22.38]
    [03:23.32]Where, wild in the woodlands,
    [03:27.57]the primroses blow
    [03:31.31]
    [03:32.62]There oft, as mild evening sweeps over the lea
    [03:40.12]
    [03:41.12]The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me
    [03:48.43]
    [03:49.12]Thy crystal stream, Afton,
    [03:53.82]how lovely it glides
    [03:57.75]
    [03:58.56]And winds by the cot where my Mary resides
    [04:05.56]
    [04:06.93]How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave
    [04:14.75]
    [04:15.88]As, gathering sweet flowerets,
    [04:19.19]she stems thy clear wave
    [04:24.93]
    [04:41.68]Flow gently, sweet Afton,
    [04:45.62]among thy green braes
    [04:50.43]Flow gently, sweet river,
    [04:54.25]the theme of my lays
    [04:58.87]My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream
    [05:06.75]
    [05:07.25]So flow gently, sweet Afton,
    [05:11.62]disturb not her dreams