Song | The Reaper And The Flowers |
Artist | Vas |
Album | Feast Of Silence |
作曲 : Azam Ali | |
作词 : Henry W. Longfellow | |
There is a reaper, whose name is Death | |
And, with his sickle keen | |
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath | |
And the flowers that grow between (2x) | |
"Shall I have naught that is fair?", saith he | |
"Have naught but the bearded grain? | |
Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me | |
I will give them all back again." | |
He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes | |
He kissed their drooping leaves; | |
It was for the lord of paradise | |
He bound them in his sheaves | |
"My Lord has need of these flowerets gay", | |
The Reaper said and smiled; | |
"Dear tokens of the earth are they | |
Where he was once a child | |
They shall all bloom in fields of light | |
Transplanted by my care | |
And saints, upon their garments white, | |
These sacred blossoms wear." | |
And the mother gave, in tears and pain, | |
The flowers she most did love | |
She knew she would find them all again | |
In the fields of light above | |
Oh, not in cruelty, not in wrath | |
The Reaper came that day | |
'twas an angel visited the green earth | |
And took the flowers away | |
'twas an angel visited the green earth | |
And took the flowers away... |
zuò qǔ : Azam Ali | |
zuò cí : Henry W. Longfellow | |
There is a reaper, whose name is Death | |
And, with his sickle keen | |
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath | |
And the flowers that grow between 2x | |
" Shall I have naught that is fair?", saith he | |
" Have naught but the bearded grain? | |
Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me | |
I will give them all back again." | |
He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes | |
He kissed their drooping leaves | |
It was for the lord of paradise | |
He bound them in his sheaves | |
" My Lord has need of these flowerets gay", | |
The Reaper said and smiled | |
" Dear tokens of the earth are they | |
Where he was once a child | |
They shall all bloom in fields of light | |
Transplanted by my care | |
And saints, upon their garments white, | |
These sacred blossoms wear." | |
And the mother gave, in tears and pain, | |
The flowers she most did love | |
She knew she would find them all again | |
In the fields of light above | |
Oh, not in cruelty, not in wrath | |
The Reaper came that day | |
' twas an angel visited the green earth | |
And took the flowers away | |
' twas an angel visited the green earth | |
And took the flowers away... |