Song | Round Table |
Artist | Roger McGuinn |
Album | Cardiff Rose (Expanded Edition) |
作词 : Levy, McGuinn | |
Seventeen feet across | |
Of the hardest oak to be found | |
Cut to the shape of the Sun and the Moon | |
Shine the color of ale | |
And the knights of the Living Cross | |
Gathered all around | |
Raise their goblets and drink a toast | |
To the search for the Holy Grail | |
There was one well known for charity | |
And whose voice was gruff | |
And one who wielded a deadly sword | |
With the finest lace on his cuff | |
There was talk about a fearful ghost | |
The bastard son if a King | |
Who died at the knee of his lordly host | |
You could hear his armor ring | |
Still hear his armor ring | |
Pure in heart and mind, | |
The key to all you seek | |
Those were the words of the Mighty King | |
As he looked deep into their eyes | |
The best of you have wined and dined | |
You're treacherous when you speak | |
You look for a way to seal your faith | |
But you find a compromise | |
You have raised your voice in vanity | |
You have turned your back on the poor | |
You have closed your heart to the written word | |
You defend the evil-doer | |
Now the time is come to clean your minds | |
If the good is to prevail | |
I offer this emerald to the one who finds | |
Our Saviour's Holy Grail | |
Our Saviour's Holy Grail | |
Banners in the sky, armor gleaming in the sun | |
The sounds of the horses, trumpets and drums | |
As they marched for the countryside | |
And the villagers they rode | |
Be were silent everyone | |
Frightened mothers closed their shades | |
And they made their daughters hide | |
And then they came upon a community | |
On a quiet Summer's day | |
But these travelers to Jerusalem | |
Saw nothing in their way | |
And before the night fell on that town | |
They had crucified the Priest | |
They robbed and pillaged and burned it down | |
And kept headin' toward the East | |
They kept headin' toward the East | |
Came to Israel stood shimmering in the sand | |
Thirsty men could close their eyes | |
And see the milk and honey flow | |
The blood of the Infidel | |
Still fresh upon their hands | |
They knocked the ancient doorway down | |
Like the walls of a Jericho | |
And they thanked their Christianity | |
For the Temple they had seized | |
And though no one found the Holy Grail | |
The Mighty King was pleased | |
For he had changed the face of history | |
And a legend had begun | |
And little children were taught to see how | |
The Good Lord's work is done | |
And little children were taught to see how | |
The Good Lord's work is done | |
And little children were taught to see how | |
The Good Lord's work is done | |
And little children were taught to see how | |
The Good Lord's work is done |
zuò cí : Levy, McGuinn | |
Seventeen feet across | |
Of the hardest oak to be found | |
Cut to the shape of the Sun and the Moon | |
Shine the color of ale | |
And the knights of the Living Cross | |
Gathered all around | |
Raise their goblets and drink a toast | |
To the search for the Holy Grail | |
There was one well known for charity | |
And whose voice was gruff | |
And one who wielded a deadly sword | |
With the finest lace on his cuff | |
There was talk about a fearful ghost | |
The bastard son if a King | |
Who died at the knee of his lordly host | |
You could hear his armor ring | |
Still hear his armor ring | |
Pure in heart and mind, | |
The key to all you seek | |
Those were the words of the Mighty King | |
As he looked deep into their eyes | |
The best of you have wined and dined | |
You' re treacherous when you speak | |
You look for a way to seal your faith | |
But you find a compromise | |
You have raised your voice in vanity | |
You have turned your back on the poor | |
You have closed your heart to the written word | |
You defend the evildoer | |
Now the time is come to clean your minds | |
If the good is to prevail | |
I offer this emerald to the one who finds | |
Our Saviour' s Holy Grail | |
Our Saviour' s Holy Grail | |
Banners in the sky, armor gleaming in the sun | |
The sounds of the horses, trumpets and drums | |
As they marched for the countryside | |
And the villagers they rode | |
Be were silent everyone | |
Frightened mothers closed their shades | |
And they made their daughters hide | |
And then they came upon a community | |
On a quiet Summer' s day | |
But these travelers to Jerusalem | |
Saw nothing in their way | |
And before the night fell on that town | |
They had crucified the Priest | |
They robbed and pillaged and burned it down | |
And kept headin' toward the East | |
They kept headin' toward the East | |
Came to Israel stood shimmering in the sand | |
Thirsty men could close their eyes | |
And see the milk and honey flow | |
The blood of the Infidel | |
Still fresh upon their hands | |
They knocked the ancient doorway down | |
Like the walls of a Jericho | |
And they thanked their Christianity | |
For the Temple they had seized | |
And though no one found the Holy Grail | |
The Mighty King was pleased | |
For he had changed the face of history | |
And a legend had begun | |
And little children were taught to see how | |
The Good Lord' s work is done | |
And little children were taught to see how | |
The Good Lord' s work is done | |
And little children were taught to see how | |
The Good Lord' s work is done | |
And little children were taught to see how | |
The Good Lord' s work is done |