Song | Sheath and Knife |
Artist | Neutral |
Album | ...of Shadow and Its Dream |
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作词 : Neutral | |
Sheath And Knife | |
And the sun goes over the woods | |
There was a sister and her brother | |
Who did so loved one another | |
O Sister, we'll gang tae the broom | |
O Sister I would lay thee doon | |
O Brother, alas, would you do so | |
To my death I would sooner go | |
And the folk they talk together | |
About the lass is with bairn to her brother | |
O brother you have done me ill | |
And we will both burn on yonder hill | |
O sister, you go to my father's stable | |
And take two horses stout and able | |
She's up on the white horse, he's on the black | |
With his yew tree bow slung fast to his back | |
They had not rode a mile but one | |
When her pains they did come on | |
I would give all my father's land | |
For a good midwife at my command | |
O brother, go to yon hill so high | |
And take your bow, arrows and your good eye | |
When you hear my loud, loud cry | |
Bend your bow and let the arrows fly | |
When he heard her loud, loud cry | |
He bent his bow and let these arrows fly | |
When he came at her side | |
The babe was born and the lady died | |
Then he took his new born son | |
And took him into the arms of a milk woman | |
He's cut himself a wound for sure | |
He won't gang tae the broom any more | |
O mother I have lost my knife | |
I loved it better than my life | |
But I have lost a better thing | |
The bonnie sheath my knife was in | |
And the sun goes over the woods |
zuo ci : Neutral | |
Sheath And Knife | |
And the sun goes over the woods | |
There was a sister and her brother | |
Who did so loved one another | |
O Sister, we' ll gang tae the broom | |
O Sister I would lay thee doon | |
O Brother, alas, would you do so | |
To my death I would sooner go | |
And the folk they talk together | |
About the lass is with bairn to her brother | |
O brother you have done me ill | |
And we will both burn on yonder hill | |
O sister, you go to my father' s stable | |
And take two horses stout and able | |
She' s up on the white horse, he' s on the black | |
With his yew tree bow slung fast to his back | |
They had not rode a mile but one | |
When her pains they did come on | |
I would give all my father' s land | |
For a good midwife at my command | |
O brother, go to yon hill so high | |
And take your bow, arrows and your good eye | |
When you hear my loud, loud cry | |
Bend your bow and let the arrows fly | |
When he heard her loud, loud cry | |
He bent his bow and let these arrows fly | |
When he came at her side | |
The babe was born and the lady died | |
Then he took his new born son | |
And took him into the arms of a milk woman | |
He' s cut himself a wound for sure | |
He won' t gang tae the broom any more | |
O mother I have lost my knife | |
I loved it better than my life | |
But I have lost a better thing | |
The bonnie sheath my knife was in | |
And the sun goes over the woods |
zuò cí : Neutral | |
Sheath And Knife | |
And the sun goes over the woods | |
There was a sister and her brother | |
Who did so loved one another | |
O Sister, we' ll gang tae the broom | |
O Sister I would lay thee doon | |
O Brother, alas, would you do so | |
To my death I would sooner go | |
And the folk they talk together | |
About the lass is with bairn to her brother | |
O brother you have done me ill | |
And we will both burn on yonder hill | |
O sister, you go to my father' s stable | |
And take two horses stout and able | |
She' s up on the white horse, he' s on the black | |
With his yew tree bow slung fast to his back | |
They had not rode a mile but one | |
When her pains they did come on | |
I would give all my father' s land | |
For a good midwife at my command | |
O brother, go to yon hill so high | |
And take your bow, arrows and your good eye | |
When you hear my loud, loud cry | |
Bend your bow and let the arrows fly | |
When he heard her loud, loud cry | |
He bent his bow and let these arrows fly | |
When he came at her side | |
The babe was born and the lady died | |
Then he took his new born son | |
And took him into the arms of a milk woman | |
He' s cut himself a wound for sure | |
He won' t gang tae the broom any more | |
O mother I have lost my knife | |
I loved it better than my life | |
But I have lost a better thing | |
The bonnie sheath my knife was in | |
And the sun goes over the woods |