Song | Death Of A Gael |
Artist | Cruachan |
Album | A Celtic Legacy |
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作曲 : Fay | |
A warrior so proud of the woman by his side, | |
His faithful heart would take no other bride, | |
For three years they lived, | |
midst the forests of the land, | |
Strong and proud was the love | |
of this woman and man | |
Like the sky high above, | |
no beginning and no end, | |
The woman that he loves, | |
his life and best friend. | |
Until that day in December | |
when the snowstorms did start, | |
Stalked the Norseman with his bow, | |
put an arrow through his heart. | |
Hear the cry, the cry of the winter wind, | |
Blowing across the land, | |
stealing his life from him, | |
From the earth, and into the otherworld, | |
the land of Tír Na n-Óg, | |
is the place where he must go. | |
"Woman come to my side, | |
let your arms shield my pain, | |
For I know will not spend | |
another day with you again." | |
They say she will not move | |
from the place where he did die, | |
Once so strong and so proud, | |
She cannot talk but cry. |
zuo qu : Fay | |
A warrior so proud of the woman by his side, | |
His faithful heart would take no other bride, | |
For three years they lived, | |
midst the forests of the land, | |
Strong and proud was the love | |
of this woman and man | |
Like the sky high above, | |
no beginning and no end, | |
The woman that he loves, | |
his life and best friend. | |
Until that day in December | |
when the snowstorms did start, | |
Stalked the Norseman with his bow, | |
put an arrow through his heart. | |
Hear the cry, the cry of the winter wind, | |
Blowing across the land, | |
stealing his life from him, | |
From the earth, and into the otherworld, | |
the land of Ti r Na nÓ g, | |
is the place where he must go. | |
" Woman come to my side, | |
let your arms shield my pain, | |
For I know will not spend | |
another day with you again." | |
They say she will not move | |
from the place where he did die, | |
Once so strong and so proud, | |
She cannot talk but cry. |
zuò qǔ : Fay | |
A warrior so proud of the woman by his side, | |
His faithful heart would take no other bride, | |
For three years they lived, | |
midst the forests of the land, | |
Strong and proud was the love | |
of this woman and man | |
Like the sky high above, | |
no beginning and no end, | |
The woman that he loves, | |
his life and best friend. | |
Until that day in December | |
when the snowstorms did start, | |
Stalked the Norseman with his bow, | |
put an arrow through his heart. | |
Hear the cry, the cry of the winter wind, | |
Blowing across the land, | |
stealing his life from him, | |
From the earth, and into the otherworld, | |
the land of Tí r Na nÓ g, | |
is the place where he must go. | |
" Woman come to my side, | |
let your arms shield my pain, | |
For I know will not spend | |
another day with you again." | |
They say she will not move | |
from the place where he did die, | |
Once so strong and so proud, | |
She cannot talk but cry. |