作词 : Allan Taylor 作曲 : Allan Taylor A stranger came in from the night And he stood as if lost in a dream. His smile was as sad as a true love denied And his voice was a song in the wind. I have travelled for many-a-mile And my journey I cannot delay, But I must rest for a while For I'm weary and cold And tomorrow I'll be on my way. Give me fire to keep out the cold. Close the shutters and make fast the door. Give me food for the night and a candle for light And I will make up my bed on the floor. I have nothing to give for my keep And your favours I cannot repay, But a gift is not measured in silver and gold ... It's a memory that's treasured each day. The stranger arose with the dawn And he shouldered his travelling load. Without making a sound he took one look around And the stranger – he took to the road. When the cold wind hounds in the night And the rain beats hard on the door, A voice in the wind seems to echo again And the stranger is travelling once more …
[00:00.000] 作词 : Allan Taylor [00:01.000] 作曲 : Allan Taylor [00:25.620]A stranger came in from the night [00:30.630]And he stood as if lost in a dream. [00:36.430]His smile was as sad as a true love denied [00:42.400]And his voice was a song in the wind. [00:54.210]I have travelled for many-a-mile [00:59.580]And my journey I cannot delay, [01:05.250]But I must rest for a while [01:08.490]For I'm weary and cold [01:11.430]And tomorrow I'll be on my way. [01:23.450]Give me fire to keep out the cold. [01:28.810]Close the shutters and make fast the door. [01:35.740]Give me food for the night and a candle for light [01:40.320]And I will make up my bed on the floor. [01:52.100]I have nothing to give for my keep [01:57.720]And your favours I cannot repay, [02:03.610]But a gift is not measured in silver and gold ... [02:09.400]It's a memory that's treasured each day. [02:38.860]The stranger arose with the dawn [02:44.050]And he shouldered his travelling load. [02:50.050]Without making a sound he took one look around [02:56.130]And the stranger – he took to the road. [03:07.220]When the cold wind hounds in the night [03:14.600]And the rain beats hard on the door, [03:18.840]A voice in the wind seems to echo again [03:25.700]And the stranger is travelling once more …
