Song | Wayward Child |
Artist | Bert Jansch |
Album | Rosemary Lane |
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作词 : Jansch | |
There lay a dying sailor weeping | |
So far he'd wandered from the south, | |
As he lay upon the burning sand | |
The children gather to watch his passing. | |
He'd swum the seven seas before him | |
And danced upon the stormy breakers. | |
But now dying alone is all that's left for him | |
And death a shining slowly beckons. | |
And rolling in last veil of sunshine | |
Sheds light upon his dying hours. | |
But still strong in his urgent will to live | |
For he tries again to reach the water. | |
And turning away still ring the voices | |
Of children laughing o'er the murky waters, | |
And somewhere I hear the silent singing | |
Calling on the wayward child. |
zuo ci : Jansch | |
There lay a dying sailor weeping | |
So far he' d wandered from the south, | |
As he lay upon the burning sand | |
The children gather to watch his passing. | |
He' d swum the seven seas before him | |
And danced upon the stormy breakers. | |
But now dying alone is all that' s left for him | |
And death a shining slowly beckons. | |
And rolling in last veil of sunshine | |
Sheds light upon his dying hours. | |
But still strong in his urgent will to live | |
For he tries again to reach the water. | |
And turning away still ring the voices | |
Of children laughing o' er the murky waters, | |
And somewhere I hear the silent singing | |
Calling on the wayward child. |
zuò cí : Jansch | |
There lay a dying sailor weeping | |
So far he' d wandered from the south, | |
As he lay upon the burning sand | |
The children gather to watch his passing. | |
He' d swum the seven seas before him | |
And danced upon the stormy breakers. | |
But now dying alone is all that' s left for him | |
And death a shining slowly beckons. | |
And rolling in last veil of sunshine | |
Sheds light upon his dying hours. | |
But still strong in his urgent will to live | |
For he tries again to reach the water. | |
And turning away still ring the voices | |
Of children laughing o' er the murky waters, | |
And somewhere I hear the silent singing | |
Calling on the wayward child. |