Song | By Chance It Was |
Artist | Clannad |
Album | An Diolaim |
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作词 : Traditional | |
By chance it was i met my love | |
It did me much surprise | |
Down by a shady myrtle grove | |
Just as the sun did rise. | |
The birds they sang right gloriously | |
And pleasent was the air | |
And there was non save she and i | |
Among the flowers fair. | |
In dewy grass and green we walked | |
She timid was and coy | |
How can'st thou choose but pity me | |
My pretty pearl, my joy | |
How comes it that thou stroll this way? | |
Sweet maiden tell me true | |
Before bright phoebus' glittering ray | |
Has supped the morning dew? | |
I go to tend the flocks i love | |
The ewes and tender lambs | |
That pasture by the myrtle grove | |
That gambol by their dams | |
There i enjoy a pure content | |
At dawning of the day | |
Then, hand in hand, we lovers went | |
To see the flock at play. | |
And as we wended down the road | |
I said to her, 'sweet maid, | |
Three years i in my place abode | |
And three more must be stayed | |
The three that i am bound so fast | |
O fairest wait for me | |
And when the weary years are past | |
Then wedded we will be.' | |
'three years are long, three times too long | |
Too lengthy the delay' | |
And then i answered in my song | |
'hope wastes them quick away | |
Where love is fervent, fain and fast | |
And knoweth not decay | |
There nimbly fleet the seasons past | |
Accounted as one day.' |
zuo ci : Traditional | |
By chance it was i met my love | |
It did me much surprise | |
Down by a shady myrtle grove | |
Just as the sun did rise. | |
The birds they sang right gloriously | |
And pleasent was the air | |
And there was non save she and i | |
Among the flowers fair. | |
In dewy grass and green we walked | |
She timid was and coy | |
How can' st thou choose but pity me | |
My pretty pearl, my joy | |
How comes it that thou stroll this way? | |
Sweet maiden tell me true | |
Before bright phoebus' glittering ray | |
Has supped the morning dew? | |
I go to tend the flocks i love | |
The ewes and tender lambs | |
That pasture by the myrtle grove | |
That gambol by their dams | |
There i enjoy a pure content | |
At dawning of the day | |
Then, hand in hand, we lovers went | |
To see the flock at play. | |
And as we wended down the road | |
I said to her, ' sweet maid, | |
Three years i in my place abode | |
And three more must be stayed | |
The three that i am bound so fast | |
O fairest wait for me | |
And when the weary years are past | |
Then wedded we will be.' | |
' three years are long, three times too long | |
Too lengthy the delay' | |
And then i answered in my song | |
' hope wastes them quick away | |
Where love is fervent, fain and fast | |
And knoweth not decay | |
There nimbly fleet the seasons past | |
Accounted as one day.' |
zuò cí : Traditional | |
By chance it was i met my love | |
It did me much surprise | |
Down by a shady myrtle grove | |
Just as the sun did rise. | |
The birds they sang right gloriously | |
And pleasent was the air | |
And there was non save she and i | |
Among the flowers fair. | |
In dewy grass and green we walked | |
She timid was and coy | |
How can' st thou choose but pity me | |
My pretty pearl, my joy | |
How comes it that thou stroll this way? | |
Sweet maiden tell me true | |
Before bright phoebus' glittering ray | |
Has supped the morning dew? | |
I go to tend the flocks i love | |
The ewes and tender lambs | |
That pasture by the myrtle grove | |
That gambol by their dams | |
There i enjoy a pure content | |
At dawning of the day | |
Then, hand in hand, we lovers went | |
To see the flock at play. | |
And as we wended down the road | |
I said to her, ' sweet maid, | |
Three years i in my place abode | |
And three more must be stayed | |
The three that i am bound so fast | |
O fairest wait for me | |
And when the weary years are past | |
Then wedded we will be.' | |
' three years are long, three times too long | |
Too lengthy the delay' | |
And then i answered in my song | |
' hope wastes them quick away | |
Where love is fervent, fain and fast | |
And knoweth not decay | |
There nimbly fleet the seasons past | |
Accounted as one day.' |