《Linden Lea》歌词

[00:00:01] Linden Lea - Dame Janet Baker

[00:00:10] Within the woodlands, flow'ry gladed

[00:00:16] By the oak trees' mossy moot

[00:00:20] The shining grass blades timber shaded

[00:00:25] Now do quiver underfoot

[00:00:30] And birds do whistle overhead

[00:00:36] An water's bubbling in its bed

[00:00:42] And there, for me, the apple tree

[00:00:46] Do lean down low in linden lea

[00:01:01] When leaves, that lately were a springing

[00:01:06] Now do fade with the copse

[00:01:11] And painted birds do hush their singing

[00:01:17] Up upon the timber tops

[00:01:22] And brown leaved fruit's a turning red

[00:01:28] In cloudless sunshine overhead

[00:01:34] With fruit for me, the apple tree

[00:01:39] Do lean down low in linden lea

[00:01:55] Let other folk make money faster

[00:02:00] In the air of dark room'd towns

[00:02:04] I don't dread a peevish master

[00:02:08] Though no man may heed my frowns

[00:02:13] I be free to go abroad

[00:02:19] Or take again my homeward road

[00:02:27] To where, for me, the apple tree

[00:02:32] Do lean down low in linden lea