[00:00.00] 作曲 : The Decemberists
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[00:22.16]Here she comes in her palanquin
[00:25.98]On the back of an elephant
[00:29.60]On a bed made of linen and sequins and silk
[00:35.57]All astride on her father's line
[00:40.46]With the king and his concubines
[00:44.14]And her nurse with her pitchers of liquors and milk
[00:50.63]And we'll all come praise the infanta
[00:57.93]And we'll all come praise the infanta
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[01:08.56]Among five score pachyderm
[01:12.47]Each canopied and passengered
[01:15.92]Sit the duke and the duchess' luscious young girls
[01:22.00]Within sight of the baronness
[01:26.60]Seething spite for this live largesse
[01:30.19]By her side sits the baron
[01:33.18]Her barrenness barbs her
[01:37.07]And we'll all come praise the infanta
[01:43.88]And we'll all come praise the infanta
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[02:19.39]A phalanx on camelback
[02:23.44]Thirty ranks on a forward tack
[02:27.14]Followed close, their shiny bright standards a-waving
[02:33.89]While behind in their coach, in fours
[02:37.82]Ride the wives of the king of Moors
[02:41.07]And the veiled young virgin, the prince's betrothed
[02:48.29]And we'll all come praise the infanta
[02:54.72]And we'll all come praise the infanta
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[03:05.76]And as she sits upon her place
[03:11.06]Her innocence laid on her face
[03:16.35]From all atop the parapets blow a multitude of coronets
[03:23.64]Melodies rhapsodical and fair
[03:28.62]And all our hearts afire
[03:31.58]The sky ablaze with cannon fire
[03:33.93]We all raise our voices to the air
[03:39.03]To the air...
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[03:45.10]And above all this folderol
[03:50.42]On a bed made of chaparral
[03:53.75]She is laid, a coronal placed on her brow
[03:59.46]And the babe, all in slumber dreams
[04:04.62]Of a place filled with quiet streams
[04:08.10]And the lake where her cradle was pulled from the water
[04:14.53]And we'll all come praise the infanta
[04:22.17]And we'll all come praise the infanta