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Song Lucy Gray
Artist Monk & Canatella
Album Care in the Community
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[00:00.000] 作词 : William Wordsworth
[00:00.545] Lucy Gray
[00:02.960] By William Wordsworth
[00:04.507] （英国浪漫主义诗人威廉·华兹华斯的一首诗歌）
[00:09.451] Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray:
[00:14.156] And when I crossed the wild,
[00:18.774] I chanced to see at break of day
[00:24.200] The solitary child.
[00:28.456]
[00:28.590] No mate, no comrade Lucy knew;
[00:34.337] She dwelt on a wide moor,
[00:39.056] The sweetest thing that ever grew
[00:44.217] Beside a human door!
[00:48.728]
[00:49.101] You yet may spy the fawn at play,
[00:54.166] The hare upon the green;
[00:58.902] But the sweet face of Lucy Gray
[01:04.278] Will never more be seen.
[01:08.223]
[01:08.748] To-night will be a stormy night—
[01:13.998] You to the town must go;
[01:19.011] And take a lantern, Child, to light
[01:24.260] Your mother through the snow.
[01:28.760]
[01:29.234] That, Father! will I gladly do:
[01:34.079] ’Tis scarcely afternoon—
[01:38.990] The minster-clock has just struck two,
[01:44.052] And yonder is the moon!”
[01:48.334]
[01:48.921] At this the Father raised his hook,
[01:54.117] And snapped a faggot-band;
[01:59.330] He plied his work;—and Lucy took
[02:04.175] The lantern in her hand.
[02:08.591]
[02:09.399] Not blither is the mountain roe:
[02:10.447] With many a wanton stroke
[02:14.457] Her feet disperse the powdery snow,
[02:18.369] That rises up like smoke.
[02:23.096]
[02:29.319] The storm came on before its time:
[02:34.198] She wandered up and down;
[02:39.052] And many a hill did Lucy climb:
[02:44.237] But never reached the town.
[02:47.997]
[02:49.442] The wretched parents all that night
[02:54.310] Went shouting far and wide;
[02:59.340] But there was neither sound nor sight
[03:04.026] To serve them for a guide.
[03:07.221]
[03:07.513] At day-break on a hill they stood
[03:07.642] That overlooked the moor;
[03:07.946] And thence they saw the bridge of wood,
[03:08.405] A furlong from their door.
[03:08.642]
[03:08.916] They wept—and, turning homeward, cried,
[03:14.038] “In heaven we all shall meet;”
[03:19.234] When in the snow the mother spied
[03:24.013] The print of Lucy’s feet.
[03:28.443]
[03:29.231] Then downwards from the steep hill’s edge
[03:33.999] They tracked the footmarks small;
[03:38.751] And through the broken hawthorn hedge,
[03:39.313] And by the long stone-wall;
[03:48.667]
[03:49.427] And then an open field they crossed:
[03:54.007] The marks were still the same;
[03:59.159] They tracked them on, nor ever lost;
[04:04.235] And to the bridge they came.
[04:08.470]
[04:09.350] They followed from the snowy bank
[04:14.024] Those footmarks, one by one,
[04:19.240] Into the middle of the plank;
[04:24.278] And further there were none!
[04:27.921]
[04:29.095] —Yet some maintain that to this day
[04:34.550] She is a living child;
[04:38.581] That you may see sweet Lucy Gray
[04:44.033] Upon the lonesome wild.
[04:48.522]
[04:49.268] O’er rough and smooth she trips along,
[04:54.517] And never looks behind;
[04:59.710] And sings a solitary song
[05:04.592] That whistles in the wind.
[00:00.000] zuo ci : William Wordsworth
[00:00.545] Lucy Gray
[00:02.960] By William Wordsworth
[00:04.507] ying guo lang man zhu yi shi ren wei lian hua zi hua si de yi shou shi ge
[00:09.451] Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray:
[00:14.156] And when I crossed the wild,
[00:18.774] I chanced to see at break of day
[00:24.200] The solitary child.
[00:28.456]
[00:28.590] No mate, no comrade Lucy knew
[00:34.337] She dwelt on a wide moor,
[00:39.056] The sweetest thing that ever grew
[00:44.217] Beside a human door!
[00:48.728]
[00:49.101] You yet may spy the fawn at play,
[00:54.166] The hare upon the green
[00:58.902] But the sweet face of Lucy Gray
[01:04.278] Will never more be seen.
[01:08.223]
[01:08.748] Tonight will be a stormy night
[01:13.998] You to the town must go
[01:19.011] And take a lantern, Child, to light
[01:24.260] Your mother through the snow.
[01:28.760]
[01:29.234] That, Father! will I gladly do:
[01:34.079] ' Tis scarcely afternoon
[01:38.990] The minsterclock has just struck two,
[01:44.052] And yonder is the moon!"
[01:48.334]
[01:48.921] At this the Father raised his hook,
[01:54.117] And snapped a faggotband
[01:59.330] He plied his work and Lucy took
[02:04.175] The lantern in her hand.
[02:08.591]
[02:09.399] Not blither is the mountain roe:
[02:10.447] With many a wanton stroke
[02:14.457] Her feet disperse the powdery snow,
[02:18.369] That rises up like smoke.
[02:23.096]
[02:29.319] The storm came on before its time:
[02:34.198] She wandered up and down
[02:39.052] And many a hill did Lucy climb:
[02:44.237] But never reached the town.
[02:47.997]
[02:49.442] The wretched parents all that night
[02:54.310] Went shouting far and wide
[02:59.340] But there was neither sound nor sight
[03:04.026] To serve them for a guide.
[03:07.221]
[03:07.513] At daybreak on a hill they stood
[03:07.642] That overlooked the moor
[03:07.946] And thence they saw the bridge of wood,
[03:08.405] A furlong from their door.
[03:08.642]
[03:08.916] They wept and, turning homeward, cried,
[03:14.038] " In heaven we all shall meet"
[03:19.234] When in the snow the mother spied
[03:24.013] The print of Lucy' s feet.
[03:28.443]
[03:29.231] Then downwards from the steep hill' s edge
[03:33.999] They tracked the footmarks small
[03:38.751] And through the broken hawthorn hedge,
[03:39.313] And by the long stonewall
[03:48.667]
[03:49.427] And then an open field they crossed:
[03:54.007] The marks were still the same
[03:59.159] They tracked them on, nor ever lost
[04:04.235] And to the bridge they came.
[04:08.470]
[04:09.350] They followed from the snowy bank
[04:14.024] Those footmarks, one by one,
[04:19.240] Into the middle of the plank
[04:24.278] And further there were none!
[04:27.921]
[04:29.095] Yet some maintain that to this day
[04:34.550] She is a living child
[04:38.581] That you may see sweet Lucy Gray
[04:44.033] Upon the lonesome wild.
[04:48.522]
[04:49.268] O' er rough and smooth she trips along,
[04:54.517] And never looks behind
[04:59.710] And sings a solitary song
[05:04.592] That whistles in the wind.
[00:00.000] zuò cí : William Wordsworth
[00:00.545] Lucy Gray
[00:02.960] By William Wordsworth
[00:04.507] yīng guó làng màn zhǔ yì shī rén wēi lián huá zī huá sī de yī shǒu shī gē
[00:09.451] Oft I had heard of Lucy Gray:
[00:14.156] And when I crossed the wild,
[00:18.774] I chanced to see at break of day
[00:24.200] The solitary child.
[00:28.456]
[00:28.590] No mate, no comrade Lucy knew
[00:34.337] She dwelt on a wide moor,
[00:39.056] The sweetest thing that ever grew
[00:44.217] Beside a human door!
[00:48.728]
[00:49.101] You yet may spy the fawn at play,
[00:54.166] The hare upon the green
[00:58.902] But the sweet face of Lucy Gray
[01:04.278] Will never more be seen.
[01:08.223]
[01:08.748] Tonight will be a stormy night
[01:13.998] You to the town must go
[01:19.011] And take a lantern, Child, to light
[01:24.260] Your mother through the snow.
[01:28.760]
[01:29.234] That, Father! will I gladly do:
[01:34.079] ' Tis scarcely afternoon
[01:38.990] The minsterclock has just struck two,
[01:44.052] And yonder is the moon!"
[01:48.334]
[01:48.921] At this the Father raised his hook,
[01:54.117] And snapped a faggotband
[01:59.330] He plied his work and Lucy took
[02:04.175] The lantern in her hand.
[02:08.591]
[02:09.399] Not blither is the mountain roe:
[02:10.447] With many a wanton stroke
[02:14.457] Her feet disperse the powdery snow,
[02:18.369] That rises up like smoke.
[02:23.096]
[02:29.319] The storm came on before its time:
[02:34.198] She wandered up and down
[02:39.052] And many a hill did Lucy climb:
[02:44.237] But never reached the town.
[02:47.997]
[02:49.442] The wretched parents all that night
[02:54.310] Went shouting far and wide
[02:59.340] But there was neither sound nor sight
[03:04.026] To serve them for a guide.
[03:07.221]
[03:07.513] At daybreak on a hill they stood
[03:07.642] That overlooked the moor
[03:07.946] And thence they saw the bridge of wood,
[03:08.405] A furlong from their door.
[03:08.642]
[03:08.916] They wept and, turning homeward, cried,
[03:14.038] " In heaven we all shall meet"
[03:19.234] When in the snow the mother spied
[03:24.013] The print of Lucy' s feet.
[03:28.443]
[03:29.231] Then downwards from the steep hill' s edge
[03:33.999] They tracked the footmarks small
[03:38.751] And through the broken hawthorn hedge,
[03:39.313] And by the long stonewall
[03:48.667]
[03:49.427] And then an open field they crossed:
[03:54.007] The marks were still the same
[03:59.159] They tracked them on, nor ever lost
[04:04.235] And to the bridge they came.
[04:08.470]
[04:09.350] They followed from the snowy bank
[04:14.024] Those footmarks, one by one,
[04:19.240] Into the middle of the plank
[04:24.278] And further there were none!
[04:27.921]
[04:29.095] Yet some maintain that to this day
[04:34.550] She is a living child
[04:38.581] That you may see sweet Lucy Gray
[04:44.033] Upon the lonesome wild.
[04:48.522]
[04:49.268] O' er rough and smooth she trips along,
[04:54.517] And never looks behind
[04:59.710] And sings a solitary song
[05:04.592] That whistles in the wind.
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