Song | The Lady Of Shalott |
Artist | Loreena McKennitt |
Album | Troubadours On The Rhine |
[ti:the lady of shalott] | |
[ar:loreena] | |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Loreena McKennitt |
[00:01.00] | 作词 : Alfred Tennyson |
[00:41.510] | On either side of the river lie |
[00:45.210] | Long fields of barley and of rye, |
[00:49.100] | That clothe the world and meet the sky; |
[00:53.110] | And thro' the field the road run by |
[00:56.490] | To many-towered Camelot; |
[01:01.270] | And up and down the people go, |
[01:04.560] | Gazing where the lilies blow |
[01:08.840] | Round an island there below,(The island of Shalott) |
[01:17.250] | Only reapers, reaping early, |
[01:20.890] | In among the bearded barley |
[01:24.070] | Hear a song that echoes cheerly |
[01:28.200] | From the river winding clearly |
[01:31.980] | Flowing down to tower'd Camelot; |
[01:36.260] | And by the moon the reaper weary, |
[01:40.000] | Piling sheaves in uplands airy, |
[01:43.830] | Listening, whispers "'tis the fairy(The Lady of Shalott.) |
[02:07.620] | There she weaves by night and day |
[02:11.270] | A magic web with colours gay, |
[02:14.770] | She has heard a whisper say, |
[02:18.560] | A curse is on her if he stay |
[02:21.590] | To look down to Camelot. |
[02:26.060] | She knows not what the curse may be, |
[02:29.860] | And so she weaveth steadily, |
[02:33.640] | And little other care hath she, |
[02:36.780] | The Lady of Shalott. |
[02:41.980] | A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, |
[02:45.760] | He rode between the barley sheaves, |
[02:49.590] | The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, |
[02:53.670] | And flamed upon the brazen greaves |
[02:57.260] | Of bold Sir Lancelot. |
[03:01.890] | A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd |
[03:05.670] | To a lady in his shield, |
[03:09.110] | That sparkled on the yellow field, |
[03:12.540] | Beside remote Shalott. |
[03:17.260] | She left the web, she left the loom, |
[03:21.150] | She made three paces taro' the room, |
[03:24.960] | She saw the water-lily bloom, |
[03:29.000] | She saw the helmet and the plume, |
[03:32.350] | She looked down to Camelot. |
[03:36.730] | Out flew the web and floated wide; |
[03:40.610] | The mirror cracked from side to side; |
[03:44.240] | "The curse is come upon me," cried |
[03:47.770] | The Lady of Shalott. |
[04:08.480] | In the stormy east-wind straining, |
[04:11.860] | The pale yellow woods were waning, |
[04:15.890] | The broad stream in his banks complaining. |
[04:19.580] | Heavily the low sky raining |
[04:22.720] | Over towered Camelot; |
[04:27.100] | Down she came and found a boat, |
[04:30.680] | Beneath a willow left afloat, |
[04:34.560] | And round about the prow she wrote |
[04:38.500] | The Lady of Shalott |
[05:00.870] | Who is this? And what is here? |
[05:05.400] | And in the lighted palace near |
[05:08.830] | Died the sound of royal cheer; |
[05:12.970] | And they crossed themselves for fear, |
[05:16.660] | All the Knights at Camelot; |
[05:22.930] | But Lancelot mused a little space |
[05:27.550] | He said, "She has a lovely face; |
[05:32.080] | God in his mercy lend her grace, |
[05:38.850] | The Lady of Shalott." |
ti: the lady of shalott | |
ar: loreena | |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Loreena McKennitt |
[00:01.00] | zuò cí : Alfred Tennyson |
[00:41.510] | On either side of the river lie |
[00:45.210] | Long fields of barley and of rye, |
[00:49.100] | That clothe the world and meet the sky |
[00:53.110] | And thro' the field the road run by |
[00:56.490] | To manytowered Camelot |
[01:01.270] | And up and down the people go, |
[01:04.560] | Gazing where the lilies blow |
[01:08.840] | Round an island there below, The island of Shalott |
[01:17.250] | Only reapers, reaping early, |
[01:20.890] | In among the bearded barley |
[01:24.070] | Hear a song that echoes cheerly |
[01:28.200] | From the river winding clearly |
[01:31.980] | Flowing down to tower' d Camelot |
[01:36.260] | And by the moon the reaper weary, |
[01:40.000] | Piling sheaves in uplands airy, |
[01:43.830] | Listening, whispers "' tis the fairy The Lady of Shalott. |
[02:07.620] | There she weaves by night and day |
[02:11.270] | A magic web with colours gay, |
[02:14.770] | She has heard a whisper say, |
[02:18.560] | A curse is on her if he stay |
[02:21.590] | To look down to Camelot. |
[02:26.060] | She knows not what the curse may be, |
[02:29.860] | And so she weaveth steadily, |
[02:33.640] | And little other care hath she, |
[02:36.780] | The Lady of Shalott. |
[02:41.980] | A bowshot from her bowereaves, |
[02:45.760] | He rode between the barley sheaves, |
[02:49.590] | The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, |
[02:53.670] | And flamed upon the brazen greaves |
[02:57.260] | Of bold Sir Lancelot. |
[03:01.890] | A redcross knight for ever kneel' d |
[03:05.670] | To a lady in his shield, |
[03:09.110] | That sparkled on the yellow field, |
[03:12.540] | Beside remote Shalott. |
[03:17.260] | She left the web, she left the loom, |
[03:21.150] | She made three paces taro' the room, |
[03:24.960] | She saw the waterlily bloom, |
[03:29.000] | She saw the helmet and the plume, |
[03:32.350] | She looked down to Camelot. |
[03:36.730] | Out flew the web and floated wide |
[03:40.610] | The mirror cracked from side to side |
[03:44.240] | " The curse is come upon me," cried |
[03:47.770] | The Lady of Shalott. |
[04:08.480] | In the stormy eastwind straining, |
[04:11.860] | The pale yellow woods were waning, |
[04:15.890] | The broad stream in his banks complaining. |
[04:19.580] | Heavily the low sky raining |
[04:22.720] | Over towered Camelot |
[04:27.100] | Down she came and found a boat, |
[04:30.680] | Beneath a willow left afloat, |
[04:34.560] | And round about the prow she wrote |
[04:38.500] | The Lady of Shalott |
[05:00.870] | Who is this? And what is here? |
[05:05.400] | And in the lighted palace near |
[05:08.830] | Died the sound of royal cheer |
[05:12.970] | And they crossed themselves for fear, |
[05:16.660] | All the Knights at Camelot |
[05:22.930] | But Lancelot mused a little space |
[05:27.550] | He said, " She has a lovely face |
[05:32.080] | God in his mercy lend her grace, |
[05:38.850] | The Lady of Shalott." |