| Song | A Dream |
| Artist | Butch McKoy |
| Album | The Sick Rose |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : William Blake | |
| 作曲 : Christophe Chauviteau/Lionel Naudon | |
| Once a dream did weave a shade | |
| O'er my angel-guarded bed, | |
| That an emmet lost its way | |
| Where on grass methought I lay. | |
| Troubled, wildered, and forlorn, | |
| Dark, benighted, travel-worn, | |
| Over many a tangle spray, | |
| All heart-broke, I heard her say: | |
| 'Oh my children! do they cry, | |
| Do they hear their father sigh? | |
| Now they look abroad to see, | |
| Now return and weep for me.' | |
| Pitying, I dropped a tear: | |
| But I saw a glow-worm near, | |
| Who replied, 'What wailing wight | |
| Calls the watchman of the night? | |
| 'I am set to light the ground, | |
| While the beetle goes his round: | |
| Follow now the beetle's hum; | |
| Little wanderer, hie thee home! |
| zuo ci : William Blake | |
| zuo qu : Christophe Chauviteau Lionel Naudon | |
| Once a dream did weave a shade | |
| O' er my angel-guarded bed, | |
| That an emmet lost its way | |
| Where on grass methought I lay. | |
| Troubled, wildered, and forlorn, | |
| Dark, benighted, travel-worn, | |
| Over many a tangle spray, | |
| All heart-broke, I heard her say: | |
| ' Oh my children! do they cry, | |
| Do they hear their father sigh? | |
| Now they look abroad to see, | |
| Now return and weep for me. ' | |
| Pitying, I dropped a tear: | |
| But I saw a glow-worm near, | |
| Who replied, ' What wailing wight | |
| Calls the watchman of the night? | |
| ' I am set to light the ground, | |
| While the beetle goes his round: | |
| Follow now the beetle' s hum | |
| Little wanderer, hie thee home! |
| zuò cí : William Blake | |
| zuò qǔ : Christophe Chauviteau Lionel Naudon | |
| Once a dream did weave a shade | |
| O' er my angel-guarded bed, | |
| That an emmet lost its way | |
| Where on grass methought I lay. | |
| Troubled, wildered, and forlorn, | |
| Dark, benighted, travel-worn, | |
| Over many a tangle spray, | |
| All heart-broke, I heard her say: | |
| ' Oh my children! do they cry, | |
| Do they hear their father sigh? | |
| Now they look abroad to see, | |
| Now return and weep for me. ' | |
| Pitying, I dropped a tear: | |
| But I saw a glow-worm near, | |
| Who replied, ' What wailing wight | |
| Calls the watchman of the night? | |
| ' I am set to light the ground, | |
| While the beetle goes his round: | |
| Follow now the beetle' s hum | |
| Little wanderer, hie thee home! |