Song | Old Moot Hall |
Artist | Amazing Blondel |
Album | Evensong |
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作词 : Gladwin | |
Gladwin | |
Now the dawn is breaking | |
You'll be awaking | |
And I'm still here raking | |
My mind what to do | |
You ignore my favours | |
Our flame of love now wavers | |
With tears my voice quavers | |
At the very thought of you | |
Chorus: | |
And I don't want to live at Old Moot | |
Hall any more | |
'Cause the memories of our courtship | |
there can never be restored | |
Now the sun has risen | |
Still locked in my heart's prison | |
I'm alone for to be wisen | |
By years of untold pain | |
But you'll be in your chamber room | |
Coarse weaving at your loom | |
Or wandering where flowers bloom | |
Down a greenwood lane | |
Chorus | |
Middle 8 | |
Would I were your suitor | |
Or even your tutor | |
At least he's near to you | |
Now the light is fading | |
Evening paints her shading | |
Yet there's no evading | |
The visions in my head | |
You'll be at your prayer | |
Or in your old oak chair | |
Combing auburn hair | |
Before retiring to your bed | |
Chorus |
zuo ci : Gladwin | |
Gladwin | |
Now the dawn is breaking | |
You' ll be awaking | |
And I' m still here raking | |
My mind what to do | |
You ignore my favours | |
Our flame of love now wavers | |
With tears my voice quavers | |
At the very thought of you | |
Chorus: | |
And I don' t want to live at Old Moot | |
Hall any more | |
' Cause the memories of our courtship | |
there can never be restored | |
Now the sun has risen | |
Still locked in my heart' s prison | |
I' m alone for to be wisen | |
By years of untold pain | |
But you' ll be in your chamber room | |
Coarse weaving at your loom | |
Or wandering where flowers bloom | |
Down a greenwood lane | |
Chorus | |
Middle 8 | |
Would I were your suitor | |
Or even your tutor | |
At least he' s near to you | |
Now the light is fading | |
Evening paints her shading | |
Yet there' s no evading | |
The visions in my head | |
You' ll be at your prayer | |
Or in your old oak chair | |
Combing auburn hair | |
Before retiring to your bed | |
Chorus |
zuò cí : Gladwin | |
Gladwin | |
Now the dawn is breaking | |
You' ll be awaking | |
And I' m still here raking | |
My mind what to do | |
You ignore my favours | |
Our flame of love now wavers | |
With tears my voice quavers | |
At the very thought of you | |
Chorus: | |
And I don' t want to live at Old Moot | |
Hall any more | |
' Cause the memories of our courtship | |
there can never be restored | |
Now the sun has risen | |
Still locked in my heart' s prison | |
I' m alone for to be wisen | |
By years of untold pain | |
But you' ll be in your chamber room | |
Coarse weaving at your loom | |
Or wandering where flowers bloom | |
Down a greenwood lane | |
Chorus | |
Middle 8 | |
Would I were your suitor | |
Or even your tutor | |
At least he' s near to you | |
Now the light is fading | |
Evening paints her shading | |
Yet there' s no evading | |
The visions in my head | |
You' ll be at your prayer | |
Or in your old oak chair | |
Combing auburn hair | |
Before retiring to your bed | |
Chorus |