《She is far from the land (arr. F. Lambert)》歌词

[00:00:12] she is far from the land

[00:00:19] where her young hero sleeps,

[00:00:23] and lovers are round her, sighing;

[00:00:30] but coldly she turns

[00:00:35] from their gaze, and weeps,

[00:00:40] for her heart in his grave is lying.

[00:00:58] she sings the wild song

[00:01:03] of her dear native plains,

[00:01:06] every note which he loved awaking;

[00:01:12] ah! little they think,

[00:01:16] who delight in her strains,

[00:01:21] how the heart of the minstrel

[00:01:29] is breaking.

[00:01:50] he had lived for his love,

[00:01:54] for his country he died,

[00:01:58] they were all that to life had entwined him;

[00:02:07] nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried,

[00:02:14] nor long will his love stay behind him.

[00:02:39] oh! make her a grave where the sunbeams rest,

[00:02:51] when they promise a glorious morrow;

[00:02:59] they'll shine o'er her sleep,

[00:03:04] like a smile from the west,

[00:03:10] from her own loved island of sorrow.