Song | My Name Is Death |
Artist | The Incredible String Band |
Album | The 5000 Spirits Or The Layers Of The Onion |
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作词 : Williamson | |
I am the question that cannot be answered, | |
I am the lover that cannot be lost, | |
Yet small are the gifts of my servant the soldier, | |
For time is my offspring, pray, what is my name? | |
My name is Death, cannot you see? | |
All life must turn to me; | |
Oh cannot you see? | |
And you must come with me, | |
You must come with me. | |
I'll give you gold and jewels rare, | |
And all my wealth in store. | |
All pleasures fair, | |
if I may live but a few short years more. | |
Oh lady, lay your jewels aside, | |
No more to glory in your pride. | |
Tarrying here there is no way, | |
Your time has come that you must away, | |
And you must come to clay. |
zuo ci : Williamson | |
I am the question that cannot be answered, | |
I am the lover that cannot be lost, | |
Yet small are the gifts of my servant the soldier, | |
For time is my offspring, pray, what is my name? | |
My name is Death, cannot you see? | |
All life must turn to me | |
Oh cannot you see? | |
And you must come with me, | |
You must come with me. | |
I' ll give you gold and jewels rare, | |
And all my wealth in store. | |
All pleasures fair, | |
if I may live but a few short years more. | |
Oh lady, lay your jewels aside, | |
No more to glory in your pride. | |
Tarrying here there is no way, | |
Your time has come that you must away, | |
And you must come to clay. |
zuò cí : Williamson | |
I am the question that cannot be answered, | |
I am the lover that cannot be lost, | |
Yet small are the gifts of my servant the soldier, | |
For time is my offspring, pray, what is my name? | |
My name is Death, cannot you see? | |
All life must turn to me | |
Oh cannot you see? | |
And you must come with me, | |
You must come with me. | |
I' ll give you gold and jewels rare, | |
And all my wealth in store. | |
All pleasures fair, | |
if I may live but a few short years more. | |
Oh lady, lay your jewels aside, | |
No more to glory in your pride. | |
Tarrying here there is no way, | |
Your time has come that you must away, | |
And you must come to clay. |