Song | The Lake Isle of Innisfree |
Artist | Gary Stadler |
Album | Deep Within a Faerie Forest |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Rule, Stadler | |
Put to music by Gary Stadler | |
Sung by Wendy Rule | |
The Lake Isle Of Innisfree | |
By | |
William Butler Yeats | |
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, | |
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: | |
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee, | |
And live alone in the bee-loud glade. | |
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, | |
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; | |
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, | |
And evening full of the linnet's wings. | |
I will arise and go now, for always night and day | |
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; | |
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, | |
I hear it in the deep heart's core. |
zuo qu : Rule, Stadler | |
Put to music by Gary Stadler | |
Sung by Wendy Rule | |
The Lake Isle Of Innisfree | |
By | |
William Butler Yeats | |
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, | |
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: | |
Nine beanrows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee, | |
And live alone in the beeloud glade. | |
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, | |
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings | |
There midnight' s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, | |
And evening full of the linnet' s wings. | |
I will arise and go now, for always night and day | |
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore | |
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, | |
I hear it in the deep heart' s core. |
zuò qǔ : Rule, Stadler | |
Put to music by Gary Stadler | |
Sung by Wendy Rule | |
The Lake Isle Of Innisfree | |
By | |
William Butler Yeats | |
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, | |
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: | |
Nine beanrows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee, | |
And live alone in the beeloud glade. | |
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, | |
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings | |
There midnight' s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, | |
And evening full of the linnet' s wings. | |
I will arise and go now, for always night and day | |
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore | |
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, | |
I hear it in the deep heart' s core. |