[00:00.000] 作词 : Thomas, Williamson
[00:00.926]on no work of words now for three lean months in the bloody
[00:09.210]Belly of the rich year and the big purse of my body
[00:16.537]I bitterly take to task my poverty and craft：
[00:32.354]To take to give is all,return what is hungrily given
[00:41.105]Puffing the pounds of manna up through the dew to heaven,
[00:48.642]Tne lovely gift of the gab bangs back on a blind shaft.
[01:40.991]To lift to leave from the treatures of man is pleasing death
[01:49.502]That will rake at last all currencies of the marked breath
[01:57.759]And count the taken,forsaken mysteries in a bad dark.
[02:48.838]To surrender now is to pay expensive ogre twice.
[02:57.348]Ancient woods of my blood,dash down to the nut of seas
[03:03.482]If I take to burn or return this world which is each man's work.