Song | The Wicked Sister |
Artist | Méav |
Album | Silver Sea |
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作曲 : Conor O'Reilly/Méav | |
A mother lived by the North Sea shore | |
Daughters were the babes she bore | |
One grew radiant as the sun | |
Darkly grew the elder one | |
A knight came riding to their door | |
He travelled far to be their wooer | |
He courted both with gold and rings | |
But loved the younger o'er all things | |
"Sister, won't you walk with me | |
To watch the ships sail o'er the sea?" | |
As they walked the rocky shore | |
The dark one pushed her sister o'er | |
"Sister, sister, let me live | |
All that's mine I'll surely give" | |
"Thy bridegroom I will take and more | |
But thou shalt never come ashore" | |
Off she floated like a swan | |
The salt sea bore her body on | |
You could not see her lily feet | |
Her golden fringes were so deep | |
A minstrel walking by the strand | |
Saw her body float to land | |
When he looked that lady on | |
He sighed and made a heavy moan | |
He made a harp of her breastbone | |
Whose sound would melt a heart of stone | |
Took the strands of her bright hair | |
And with them strung his harp so rare | |
He brought the harp to the wedding hall | |
There to play before them all | |
When they set it on a stone | |
The harp began to play alone | |
The strings sang out a dreadful sound | |
"The bride her younger sister drowned | |
Now her secret you all know | |
Her guilty tears will surely flow" |
zuo qu : Conor O' Reilly Me av | |
A mother lived by the North Sea shore | |
Daughters were the babes she bore | |
One grew radiant as the sun | |
Darkly grew the elder one | |
A knight came riding to their door | |
He travelled far to be their wooer | |
He courted both with gold and rings | |
But loved the younger o' er all things | |
" Sister, won' t you walk with me | |
To watch the ships sail o' er the sea?" | |
As they walked the rocky shore | |
The dark one pushed her sister o' er | |
" Sister, sister, let me live | |
All that' s mine I' ll surely give" | |
" Thy bridegroom I will take and more | |
But thou shalt never come ashore" | |
Off she floated like a swan | |
The salt sea bore her body on | |
You could not see her lily feet | |
Her golden fringes were so deep | |
A minstrel walking by the strand | |
Saw her body float to land | |
When he looked that lady on | |
He sighed and made a heavy moan | |
He made a harp of her breastbone | |
Whose sound would melt a heart of stone | |
Took the strands of her bright hair | |
And with them strung his harp so rare | |
He brought the harp to the wedding hall | |
There to play before them all | |
When they set it on a stone | |
The harp began to play alone | |
The strings sang out a dreadful sound | |
" The bride her younger sister drowned | |
Now her secret you all know | |
Her guilty tears will surely flow" |
zuò qǔ : Conor O' Reilly Mé av | |
A mother lived by the North Sea shore | |
Daughters were the babes she bore | |
One grew radiant as the sun | |
Darkly grew the elder one | |
A knight came riding to their door | |
He travelled far to be their wooer | |
He courted both with gold and rings | |
But loved the younger o' er all things | |
" Sister, won' t you walk with me | |
To watch the ships sail o' er the sea?" | |
As they walked the rocky shore | |
The dark one pushed her sister o' er | |
" Sister, sister, let me live | |
All that' s mine I' ll surely give" | |
" Thy bridegroom I will take and more | |
But thou shalt never come ashore" | |
Off she floated like a swan | |
The salt sea bore her body on | |
You could not see her lily feet | |
Her golden fringes were so deep | |
A minstrel walking by the strand | |
Saw her body float to land | |
When he looked that lady on | |
He sighed and made a heavy moan | |
He made a harp of her breastbone | |
Whose sound would melt a heart of stone | |
Took the strands of her bright hair | |
And with them strung his harp so rare | |
He brought the harp to the wedding hall | |
There to play before them all | |
When they set it on a stone | |
The harp began to play alone | |
The strings sang out a dreadful sound | |
" The bride her younger sister drowned | |
Now her secret you all know | |
Her guilty tears will surely flow" |