Sheep Season

	作曲 : Simonds, Williams, Williams
	Winding up a hillside where the shepards roam
	Counting their flocks in the gloaming
	Shining the sea,
	winking its light to the froth and the foam.
	Chilling the air with his shady tread,
	On came the wolf with surprise
	Filling his eyes
	with soft sapless creatures soon to be dead.
	Hurry the shepard man wizened and olden
	Go and wave your staff at him
	He has come to bury you for claiming his fold.
	Stillness came into the misty meadows
	Down from the banks to the woodland
	Clouds gather in skies,
	giving their rains into mountains to flow.
	Hurry the shepard man wizened and olden
	Go and wave your staff at him
	He has come to bury you for claiming his fold.

	zuò qǔ : Simonds, Williams, Williams
	Winding up a hillside where the shepards roam
	Counting their flocks in the gloaming
	Shining the sea,
	winking its light to the froth and the foam.
	Chilling the air with his shady tread,
	On came the wolf with surprise
	Filling his eyes
	with soft sapless creatures soon to be dead.
	Hurry the shepard man wizened and olden
	Go and wave your staff at him
	He has come to bury you for claiming his fold.
	Stillness came into the misty meadows
	Down from the banks to the woodland
	Clouds gather in skies,
	giving their rains into mountains to flow.
	Hurry the shepard man wizened and olden
	Go and wave your staff at him
	He has come to bury you for claiming his fold.