《Stolen child》歌词

[00:00:00] Stolen child - Goran Bregovic

[00:00:34] Where dips the rocky highland

[00:00:37] Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,

[00:00:41] There lies a leafy island

[00:00:44] Where flapping herons wake

[00:00:47] The drowsy water-rats;

[00:00:50] There we've hid our faery vats,

[00:00:54] Full of berries

[00:00:57] And of reddest stolen cherries.

[00:01:02] Come away, O human child!

[00:01:06] To the waters and the wild

[00:01:09] With a faery, hand in hand,

[00:01:12] For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

[00:01:21] Where the wave of moonlight glosses

[00:01:25] The dim grey sands with light,

[00:01:28] Far off by furthest Rosses

[00:01:32] We foot it all the night,

[00:01:35] Weaving olden dances,

[00:01:38] Mingling hands and mingling glances

[00:01:42] Till the moon has taken flight;

[00:01:45] To and fro we leap

[00:01:49] And chase the frothy bubbles,

[00:01:52] While the world is full of troubles

[00:01:55] And is anxious in its sleep.

[00:02:01] Come away, O human child!

[00:02:04] To the waters and the wild

[00:02:07] With a faery, hand in hand,

[00:02:11] For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

[00:02:32] Where the wandering water gushes

[00:02:36] From the hills above Glen-Car,

[00:02:39] In pools among the rushes

[00:02:43] That scarce could bathe a star,

[00:02:46] We seek for slumbering trout

[00:02:49] And whispering in their ears

[00:02:53] Give them unquiet dreams;

[00:02:56] Leaning softly out

[00:03:00] From ferns that drop their tears

[00:03:03] Over the young streams.

[00:03:07] Come away, O human child!

[00:03:10] To to waters and the wild

[00:03:13] With a faery, hand in hand,

[00:03:17] For to world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

[00:03:39] Away with us he's going,

[00:03:43] The solemn-eyed:

[00:03:46] He'll hear no more the lowing

[00:03:50] Of the calves on the warm hillside

[00:03:53] Or the kettle on the hob

[00:03:56] Sing peace into his breast,

[00:04:00] Or see the brown mice bob

[00:04:03] Round and round the oatmeal-chest.

[00:04:06] For he comes, the human child,

[00:04:10] To the waters and the wild

[00:04:14] With a faery, hand in hand,

[00:04:17] From a world more full of weeping

[00:04:21] than he can understand.